Gu Moqian pulled her into his embrace once again, his slender fingers slipping under the hem of her nightgown. His slightly labored breathing sounded low and husky: "What should I do? No matter what, I can't get enough of you..."
In the morning light, beneath the pristine white quilt, bodies intertwined, an endless spring scene unfolded.
…
Afterwards, Ji Wei lay weakened and soft against Gu Moqian's chest, her tone carrying a trace of grievance as she spoke: "Mr. Gu, at this rate of indulgence, are you trying to drain me dry?"
She had intended to get up early, but that plan was entirely ruined by the fervent battle with Gu Moqian, complete with several different positions—ones that were utterly unspeakable. Now her entire body was limp and sore, she couldn't even get up.
"How could I ever bear to drain you dry?"
