And through their intimate embrace, she heard his low, hoarse voice.
"Benefactor."
He called out her name, again and again.
Using his most seductive voice to do the most beastly things.
She didn't know how long they had been kissing.
Su Ye finally cried out,
"It hurts."
But when she cried out, it only seemed to make a certain someone's voice grow even hoarser.
"Susu."
The moment he spoke, he gave her no more chances to talk. He pressed down on her, as if he'd found an interesting new game.
She had no idea how long it continued.
By the time it was over, Su Ye's lips had been kissed so raw they were a mess.
Her feet touched the ground, and she looked listless, feeling even more drained than if she'd been struck by lightning.
Su Qing had a red robe with gold trim draped over him. The gloomy aura from before was gone, replaced by a languid air.
Before, because of his snake tail, he had been afraid Su Ye would come to fear him, to loathe him.
