Just as An Hao was enjoying his vigorous thrusts, Qin Jian suddenly lifted her up and changed their position.
He sat on the bed, supporting An Hao's delicate waist, facing her directly.
An Hao's face was so red it seemed to bleed, every one of his movements she saw clearly, the desire rolling in his eyes, the emotion at the tips of his brows, all made An Hao feel shy yet addicted.
His extraordinary vigor showed no signs of ceasing, and An Hao felt her consciousness had long since dissipated, arms limply clinging to his solid, broad shoulders, her head thrown back as she gasped without end.
Time passed, and suddenly, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, every muscle in her body tightened abruptly, even her toes curled up.
The tide flowed out from within her, her soul soared to the heavens.
For a long while, for a very long while, the afterglow lingered.