The two kissed passionately, the young girl was very obedient, accepting everything he gave her.
Actually, sometimes he was quite reckless.
When too indulgent, his actions were heavy-handed.
After each intimate encounter, her waist, wrists, collarbone, and back were covered with bruises...
He was just getting acquainted with intimacy, and it was the time he was most enthusiastic.
Every time, he wouldn't stop until he exhausted her to the point she was soft and hoarse.
Lu Ziyuan could feel the burning passion within himself.
He was deeply in love with the girl beneath him.
Many nights when she was too tired and fell asleep first, he would hold her waist, pulling her into his arms to kiss her.
But how could he bear to watch this delicate flower-like girl gradually wither in the backyard?
How could he let that concubine act pompously in front of her?
