At that moment, time seemed to stand still. Only Shen Zhao's unreserved display of masculine beauty made her heart pound and she couldn't help but swallow.
Song Yanran had fantasized about Shen Zhao's appearance more than once, and when she was lonely and restless at night, she could only relieve her needs by imagining him in her mind.
Now that everything is truly presented before me, the intense visual and emotional impact is far more powerful than any fantasy.
At that moment, her cheeks flushed, and she carefully walked behind Shen Zhao with a towel, gently wiping away the water droplets remaining on his strong and muscular skin.
As Song Yanran's behavior became increasingly intimate, he couldn't help but swallow softly as she wiped his head with her towel.
Reason began to slowly fade away...
Song Yanran wiped very carefully, afraid of missing a single detail, until she was sure that Shen Zhao's body was completely dry. She then carefully examined the man's diaper.
A moment later, she could no longer suppress her inner turmoil and threw herself into his arms.
"Shen Zhao, let me truly feel your presence. Just stay like this, just stay like this."
She greedily inhaled the masculine aura emanating from Shen Zhao, her eyes filled with longing.
With Song Yanran's gentle movements, Shen Zhao finally embraced her.
"Yanran..."
"Um."
Suddenly, Shen Zhao buried his head in Song Yanran's neck without hesitation, his breathing becoming rapid and hot, as if he wanted to transfer his passion to her.
His lips gently touched Song Yanran's flawless white neck, exploring her tenderness and beauty.
Song Yanran's body trembled slightly. She could feel Shen Zhao's breath caressing her neck, bringing a strange stimulation.
Her skin grew hot from Shen Zhao's closeness, and an indescribable emotion welled up in her heart.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still as they were immersed in each other's warmth and intimacy.
Shen Zhao's actions were full of sincere emotion; his love burned like a flame, and he longed to hold Song Yanran tightly in his arms and let her feel his passion and care.
Song Yanran felt the same way, and her hand unconsciously stroked Shen Zhao's back, giving him a warm response.
She savored the sweetness and tenderness of this moment, wishing time could stand still forever.
Before Song Yanran could think any further, the next moment, Shen Zhao swept her up in his arms.
Meeting that gentle yet determined gaze, Song Yanran felt that happiness had finally arrived.
The two gradually moved their battleground to the bed.
As Song Yanran's only remaining bathrobe fell off, the two figures finally met in full nakedness.
"Yanran..."
"My husband..."
With a soft call, we were no longer separated.
Song Yanran had been placed in the bedside by Shen Zhao.
He explored cautiously and slowly, guiding her gently until he had completely captured her heart, before beginning to delve deeper...
That night, Song Yanran finally got her wish and truly felt Shen Zhao's presence.
For the first time, I experienced true happiness that only a woman can truly understand.
Thinking about everything that happened last night, and looking at the little bit of crimson stain on the sheets, her face immediately turned as red and charming as the morning glow.
Looking at Shen Zhao, who was dozing off beside her, she smiled slightly and leaned in to kiss his earlobe.
"My husband, please don't leave these next few days. Stay here with me, okay?"
"Okay, I promise you, Yanran."
Shen Zhao gave a vague reply, and Song Yanran immediately revealed a sly smile.
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