The young man's passion was like a sudden rainstorm that broke out in the dark, hot and humid summer night. It came quickly and suddenly, catching people off guard. Xuyu hadn't figured out what had caused him to lose control to such an extent when she felt him rushing inside. He used his shoulder to break the bead curtain that blocked his way. The rustling sound of the beads hadn't faded away, and the next moment, he had placed her on the fragrant wooden bed in the deepest part of the bedroom.
It was like a captive dragon that had been trapped at the bottom of the abyss for a long time, suffering the torture of being bound. At this moment, the chains that bound it deeply broke into pieces, and it was no longer bound by anything. In the strong wind and heavy rain summoned by the dragon's long roar, its scales and whiskers stood up, its body expanded, and it broke free from the boundless abyss, rushing towards the sky with unstoppable momentum.
Xuyu was lying on the couch with her face up, her clothes unbuttoned, her long black hair scattered on the red quilt with a strong aroma of turmeric. She was a little frightened, and passively accepted his oppressive kisses and eager, somewhat reckless caresses.
Of course, that night in the Yeyue Tower of the Cangshan Palace, when she told him that she wanted him to be her consort, she had already made all the preparations. On the night of the wedding, if he had not taken the initiative to draw a line between them and then discovered that he was injured, she would have completely accepted it even if he had wanted her at that time.
But tonight, when this moment really came, perhaps it was too sudden, and she really didn't wake up until this moment. Or maybe... she found that everything was not as she had imagined.
Unable to suppress, after the shock, she began to feel a little lost and wronged in her heart.
Finally, she struggled to free herself from the long and almost suffocating passionate kiss. She gasped rapidly and took back her breath. With the lingering feeling of grievance, she still closed her eyes and let him use his burning lips and tongue and his rough, calloused palms to linger and explore her soft skin, leaving his mark.
Until finally, that hot, slightly trembling hand reached her waist, ready to peel off the clothes that were still wrapped around it. However, the clothes were determined to resist it, stubbornly protecting the mysterious and beautiful body underneath that had never been shown to any outsiders, so that it could not succeed. This hand that had once held a sword and drank blood on the battlefield and killed enemies without a trace finally lost its patience completely, and with its fingers exerting force, it pulled it impatiently with a bit of roughness.
With a sound of tearing silk, it easily won again, clearing away all obstacles for its master to capture the last precious place. However, when the final moment came, it seemed to be afraid to act rashly, and paused in the broken silk, as if testing the mistress. When it felt her body, which was originally slightly tense like a bow, become as soft as cotton water, it no longer had any scruples and continued to go down, waiting to reach the secret treasure land that was once blasphemous to even imagine.
The night breeze from the corridor poured in silently through the open bedroom door. It passed by the screen, shaking the pearl curtain that had returned to stillness, and arrived in front of the scented bed in the deepest part of the bedroom, dragging the brocade curtains.