The moon, quietly hid behind the clouds. The small animals of the forest were startled awake, jumping into the deep woods.
Only the rhythmic "whooshing" of the hot spring water could be heard in the tranquil valley, accompanied by the man’s breathing and the woman’s intermittent pleas for mercy, forming a symphony that resonated through the forest.
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Before long, the splash of the hot spring water overflowed, and he slowly collapsed on top of her, holding her tightly in his embrace.
Jian Anning too was shaken to the point of dizziness, like a brilliant firework stealthily blooming in the night sky.
Without speaking, the two held each other in silence, as the water of the hot spring flowed gently, providing warmth and comfort like amniotic water in a mother’s womb, offering an excellent bed for them to warm each other. She was so exhausted that she didn’t even want to move, feeling languid to the point that even her little fingers lacked the strength.
Yu Zexiao, however, still lay heavily on top of her, making it hard for her to breathe.
After a long while, their breathing gradually steadied, and her brain, which had been battered by the impact, finally seemed to return to its place.
Yet, even so, she didn’t know how she should face Yu Zexiao.
Everything had happened too quickly, and before she had any chance to resist, she’d already succumbed under his dominance, trapped in a narrow corner with no avenue for escape or cries for help, and thus she became involved with him in a confused state.
Although she had been prepared for such matters and knew that once she had agreed to him, Yu Zexiao, with his personality, would certainly not let her go.
But even so, it had all happened too fast, and she was not at all ready!
Especially now—how should she face Yu Zexiao?
At this moment, Yu Zexiao also gradually regained his composure, his handsome head slowly rising from the crook of her shoulder, and his somewhat hazy gaze slowly falling upon her—
Jian Anning saw in Yu Zexiao’s eyes a remainder of gentle, soft musings, like soft clouds. It was as if a noble and graceful vampire, after feasting on fresh blood, was listlessly toying with his prey.
Seeing Jian Anning’s bewildered and tender gaze, so frail and delicate like a small animal, so pale and tender, filled with confusion about everything to come. Her lips, swollen from his kisses, were like tender flower petals, slightly parted because of the recent events, like a bud poised to bloom, exuding fragrance. And her gaze was too perplexed, her pupils shimmering with a glossy light, akin to a lost deer in the forest.
That adorable yet bewildering expression darkened his eyes involuntarily, deepening his breaths even more.
The two just silently looked at each other, neither speaking a word.