Yinfeng could no longer remember how long she had called out Mo Nanze's name.
She only vaguely knew that since Mo Nanze liked to hear it, she kept calling it out over and over again.
Until her voice was hoarse and she could no longer make a sound.
And Mo Nanze, too, showed her his gentlest and roughest side.
Having not done it for several months, Mo Nanze fiercely released several times before he was satisfied.
After a few rounds, both were drenched in sweat, their hair wet.
Yinfeng lay weakly in Mo Nanze's arms, gasping for breath.
Her hand playfully swept over Mo Nanze's firm abdomen, feeling the rise and fall with his breathing.
It was all happening too fast.
During the day she had confided in Yan Sijia about how much she missed Mo Nanze's body; by night, she indulged freely in it.
Yinfeng was quite satisfied.
It would be good if things could always stay the same.