...
When it was over, Si Ye stroked her face, panting slightly as he asked, "Why did you ask me all that?"
"I was just thinking about what happened before. I feel so guilty... If you hadn't met me, you..."
"I'd nearly forgotten about all that, yet you remember it so clearly." Si Ye cut Sang Luo off, pinching the tip of her nose with an amused smile.
His hoarse voice was still thick with lingering passion.
"If you really feel that guilty, then satisfy me properly."
With that, he lowered his head to capture her lips again, greedily demanding the sweetness that haunted his dreams.
The tides of passion rose once more, wave after wave. The rickety little boat capsized in the water time and again, battered to pieces...
The longing and passion from hundreds of years of abstinence were terrifyingly intense!
An unknown amount of time passed.
Sang Luo felt like her bones were about to fall apart.
