Heaven and Hell
Song Guanyu felt that this time Ye Yansheng was excessively passionate, making it hard for her to withstand all of him. A part of his body perfectly fit into hers, and she could clearly feel how much she needed him. But in the end, she couldn't handle his torment. In the middle of it, she sobbed and rambled incoherently: "Ye Yansheng! Did you take some kind of medicine... slow down!"
Then Ye Yansheng paused for a moment, and Song Guanyu let out a breath. But soon, the kitchen was filled with sounds of pleading, crying, and apologies—none of which worked. The only thing that did work was that he thrust deeper, more fiercely, determined to leave her no room to recover.
Although their previous intimacies had also been wonderful, they were far from the overwhelming shock of this evening's encounter. Heaven and hell hung by a thread, and Ye Yansheng was the deity in the sky, holding her vital point, making her fall into hell, then mercifully saving her and lifting her to heaven.
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Afterward, Ye Yansheng carried Song Guanyu to bathe, changed her clothes, and brought her out. He sat in a chair, holding her sideways in his arms.
Dinner arrived on time. While she was soaking in the bath, he had gone out to bring the food in. After heating it in the microwave, he set it on the dining table. Hu Yuanqing's cooking was perfect in color, aroma, and taste—when it arrived, it still looked beautiful, and the flavor was just as he remembered from childhood.
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