The newly bought cheongsam was torn, and the crisp sound was heartbreaking. Nanzhi frowned and looked at it, but he kissed her collarbone.

Nanzhi was very dissatisfied: "I only wore it once."

"I'll buy you ten more tomorrow," he said, his large, hot hand suddenly enveloping her soft breasts.

Buy it to tear up?

Nan Zhi had no time to think about it. Her actions made her groan softly. She reached out to kick him, but it wasn't a rejection. Her voice was so soft it could melt water: "Young Marshal, be gentle."

Hearing this voice, Shen Yunjin was about to go crazy.

He is only twenty-two years old now. Although he is much more mature than his peers, his body is still full of vigor.

She had no idea how many dreams he had about her.

In her dream, she called him that intimately, lying trembling beneath him with hazy eyes.

But a dream is just a dream, devoid of any sense of reality. Now, he can truly understand what it means for even heroes to be unable to resist the charms of a beautiful woman.

That night, Shen Yunjin was indeed gentle, but the frequency was too high. Fortunately, Nanzhi did not feel any discomfort.

By the time everything was over, it was already 3 a.m.

She herself felt that she was being a bit absurd.

But then again, it would be such a waste not to sleep with a beauty like Shen Yunjin a few more times.

Besides, in these kinds of situations, aren't men the ones who actually benefit?

As she was thinking this, she was about to close her eyes and go to sleep when she suddenly heard a voice close to her ear.

"I love you."

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I don't know why, but whenever things get sweet, I can't help but want to add some angst. I have so many angst-filled thoughts in my head, what should I do? I'm about to lose control! (=°Д°=)