In the darkness, Yue Hongling lazily and softly leaned on the broad shoulders of Zhao Changhe, comfortably drawing circles.
The heroine dared to love and hate, once she recognized him, she gave herself to him without any coy reserve like a newly married bride might have. However, some of her experiences in the Worldly Society, such as those with the Maitreya Sect, always made her feel that such matters were distressing for a woman, purely to gratify a man she liked by enduring. Unexpectedly, apart from initial pain, there was none thereafter, and in the end, she only wanted to reward him with a kiss.
Instead, seeing him exert himself so strenuously, she did not think he was comfortable at all; he seemed very distressed...
Although, in the end, she too was utterly disheveled, embarrassingly begging for mercy.
But begging for mercy aside, after everything, she lazily leaned on his shoulder, while he appeared to be exhausted, gasping for breath, which made her want to laugh.
