Samus lay on the cold outer bed, his body tense.
Her presence is everywhere here.
As night fell, the sweet fragrance became even stronger, stirring his blood and making it impossible for him to sleep.
He was on guard, fearing that she might suddenly change her mind and order him thrown back into the dungeon to be tortured.
On the one hand, they couldn't help but smell and indulge in it.
Samus was tormented.
He threw off the covers and got up, slipping silently into the inner chamber like a shadow.
Under the moonlight, Shen Zhiyi lay on her side facing him, her sleeping face serene.
She seemed lost in a beautiful dream, completely unprepared.
His calm face during the day, now stripped of its guard and arrogance, revealed a touch of naivety.
The more Samus looked at her face, the more hateful he felt.
On what grounds?
Why is he suffering so much while she sleeps so soundly?!
He moved closer to the bed.
The moonlight elongated his body.
The cold, serpentine tail emerged silently, like a shadow, and slipped silently into the brocade quilt.
It slowly wrapped around her ankle.
The moment their skin touched, he almost let out a sigh.
His eyes were cold as he stared intently at Shen Zhiyi's face, as if she were his enemy.
The snake tail wrapped around her ankle pressed against her delicate skin, uncontrollably coiling and rubbing against her.
She smells so good...and her skin is so smooth...
The milky fragrance of gardenias stirred his heart.
Why her of all people?
The violence and desire in his heart were intertwined.
Samus's Adam's apple bobbed deeply.
His gaze gradually thickened and darkened, slowly sliding across her slightly pouting lips and her long, snow-white neck.
Just then, Shen Zhiyi unintentionally rolled over.
She pushed the blanket to one side, revealing a large expanse of smooth, glossy skin on her calves.
She moved again, and the hem of her skirt rolled up even higher.
Samus gasped for breath.
As if burned, it abruptly released its snake tail and retreated to the outer hall.
In the darkness.
He collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.
With my eyes closed, all I could think of was her warm body temperature and the lingering scent of her skin.
An unbearable tingling and itching sensation came from the newly healed wound.
On the large bed in the inner palace.
Shen Zhiyi slowly opened her eyes.
His gaze lazily swept over his ankle, which had just been entangled, and a very faint smile appeared on his lips.
Step one, successful.
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