Li Yuan walked into the house and noticed that the wooden bed had somehow turned into a stone bed. He threw his wife onto the bed.
Zhenyan Xue's breathing became rapid.
The long-missed longing transformed into fire.
She was not a shy and reserved young lady from the Central Plains; she didn't care whether it was daytime and hurriedly undid her clothes and reached for Li Yuan's belt...
The ice had not melted, and the spring waters gurgled.
A long time passed, then even longer...
The tall and beautiful woman lay contentedly in Li Yuan's arms. Her crystalline toes were slightly tense, and her heaving chest resembled harp strings that had undergone a fierce but unended vibration, still trembling...
She had not yet freed herself from the "battle" just now, still savoring a happiness even dreams could not offer.
Suddenly, she remembered something and asked, "Why weren't you on top?"
Li Yuan said, "Too heavy."
