"I Am Yours"
The long-awaited intimacy felt familiar to them, filled with boundless affection for each other.
The fragrance of flowers filled the living room, and Song Guanyu's passion made Ye Yansheng's eyes ache with emotion, a precious feeling of having regained something lost.
Suddenly, Song Guanyu lost strength on the sofa. She had been out all day, already exhausted, and her emotions had fluctuated wildly. Now, with excessive exertion, she was about to collapse onto the soft, thick carpet. Ye Yansheng, quick-eyed, grabbed her wrist and pulled her, switching their positions. He fell hard onto the carpet.
Both let out a gasp.
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