"Maybe next time, next time I'll be mentally prepared, boohoo..."

Tongsu curled up deep inside the bed, sobbing softly, and unconsciously began to tremble.

Once his clothes were removed, the man appeared exceptionally tall.

He was like a raging wind, and she was like a frail, helpless sapling, swaying in the wind and rain, with nowhere to lean on and teetering on the brink of collapse.

This gust of wind was clearly meant to destroy her.

She watched as his eyes grew increasingly volatile, every inch of his muscles brimming with power. His eyes remained deep and dark, yet within that darkness burned a long-suppressed, bloodthirsty aggression.

He no longer concealed his disguise, revealing his terrifying offensive intentions. He was a hungry beast, lurking in the darkness for too long, eager to pounce. Finally, he waited for his prey to jump into his territory, and there was no possibility of letting it go.

The man leaned down, and she screamed.

Her wrists were restrained, her back pressed against the silky bed surface, his arms braced on either side of her neck. She was trapped in the narrow space, forced to passively receive his kisses.

She steeled herself, rallied her courage, gritted her teeth, and said, "Be gentle..."

"good."

His hands kept moving, removing the clothes that were in the way little by little.

Lips, neck, collarbone, chest.

Falling red plum blossoms, scattered cherry blossom traces.

The man's palms had thin calluses, and at this moment, that subtle roughness brought her endless torment.

Where his hand landed, it was as if a spark ignited, the spark spreading and burning her entire body from the inside out, causing her to moan uncontrollably.

Just then, the man suddenly looked up and whispered in his ear.

“Tong”.

His movements were savage, his kisses forceful, and his voice low and hoarse.

But at this moment, his tone was extremely gentle.

Tongsu bit her lip hard.

This gentleness seemed familiar, drifting through her memories, leaving her momentarily disoriented and almost unable to distinguish whether he was Huo Xuanxi, Xi Chenzhou, Xiao Lingchen, or Tian Xuanzi.

The name he called was not Tongyang, not Baitong, not Baishu.

Instead, it was rosy.

It is her, only her, regardless of whose body she appears in, her soul is the same.

A warm feeling flowed into her limbs and filled her meridians, making her feel hot from the bottom of her heart to her throat, and her eyes to the root of her nose felt sore and moist. She saw the affection in his eyes.

Tears welled up in her eyes without her noticing, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, raising her eyebrows and smiling softly.

That smile was one of emotion, tacit approval, and encouragement. It was as if the man had received a notification, and launched a fierce attack, just as she was about to speak.

"Hmm"

She suddenly bit her lip and let out a painful groan. He had been extremely gentle beforehand, preparing her, but when the final moment came, she still couldn't help but cry out in pain.

The man was panting heavily, not in a hurry to make a move. However, he was also in pain, but he still tried his best to restrain himself, trying to find ways to relieve her pain while lowering his head and gently kissing away the beads of sweat on her forehead.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain gradually subsided, and she finally had the strength to lift her head slightly and kiss his Adam's apple.

This kiss was like breaking a spell, and the man let out a beast-like growl.

To expand territory and conquer cities.

Turning her head, she saw a shower of blossoms and snow; she climbed onto the bed and embraced a cluster of beautiful flowers. Mandarin ducks danced with intertwined necks, and jadeite birds adorned their cages. Her brows, like delicate eyebrows, shyly gathered together, and her lips, warm and inviting, seemed to melt into each other.

Her breath was clear and fragrant with orchid blossoms, her skin smooth and plump like jade. She was too weak to move her wrists, and she loved to bow gracefully. Beads of sweat glistened on her face, and her hair was disheveled and lush.

The night was enchanting.