Without the mask to hide it, that stunningly beautiful face appeared under the dim candlelight, with skin as smooth as jade, flawless and perfect without a trace of blemish.
No one could have imagined that this face, beyond compare, was filled with hideous and terrifying sores not long ago.
Yun Zhan leaned in closer, planting delicate and urgent kisses on those enchanting eyes, his breathing growing heavier.
His nostrils filled with her clean scent, and it was as if an unseen fire burned within him, making him restless.
"Shuang'er, I am suffering..."
He gently took her earlobe into his mouth, his handsome face contorted with torment, his low voice mixed with heavy panting, slipping into her ear.
Yin Shuang, overwhelmed with emotion, felt her body go weak.
She was suffering too!
In recent times, she had offered herself to him several times, and each time, he resisted painfully, always stopping at the final moment.
He had never touched her.
