...
Her mind was already in chaos.
Zhou Sinin's last memory before losing consciousness was being flung onto the bed like a plush doll, her shoulders pressed down forcefully, a sharp sword chillingly piercing through her body.
A haze of muffled screams, unable to break free from the pain of the flesh, and towering pleasure soaring to the clouds.
She bit her lip, her brows furrowing slightly, her body tilting involuntarily, trying to cushion against the unfamiliar assault.
But from the very beginning, the other party seemed to be at the end of his strength.
It took all his might to move even a tiny bit.
She formed one barrier after another, nearly impossible to breach.
The man bent over and kissed her lips; she responded with a weak, trembling suckle.
The tip of his tongue lightly touched, not even daring to explore deeply into her mouth.
Up and down, creating a tangled echo.
She was melted by Lu Jincheng's long, gentle kiss, her body relaxing a little in resignation.
