Mu Yiliang finally raised the white flag after an indeterminate amount of ti.
"Enough..." Her husky voice was laden with lazy hoarseness.
Yan Sijue embraced her from behind, noticing her eyes closed from fatigue, and couldn't help but smile.
Although he was the least favored Young Master of the Yan Family, he was still a descendant of the Yan Family and not lacking in money, coupled with his captivating appearance. He never lacked won.
Having wandered among flowers for many years, only the woman beside him gave him the utmost satisfaction.
A month ago, he encountered this woman in a club, and just a fleeting glimpse was enough to etch her in his mory.
What kind of woman could perfectly embody both seductive allure and pure innocence, two completely opposite qualities?
She was as beautiful as an elf, and the most prevalent expression in her brilliant eyes was innocence, a kind of innocence that arouses the impulse to ravage.
Yet, at tis, she was as enticing as a siren, a re glance imbued with endless allure. Cunning smiles and bold gestures made her uncontrollable.
A true enchantress.
Yan Sijue leisurely thought, among the won he had encountered, perhaps only she could match him in appearance.
In bed, she seed experienced, evenly matched with him in their tussle, but it was later he learned that day was actually her first ti.
Having restrained himself for years, always priding himself on his self-control, he consistently faltered with this woman.
Thinking of this, he tightened his grip on her slender waist, his scorching lips lingering at the back of her neck, letting out a low laugh.
"Can't take it anymore?"
Mu Yiliang did not feign strength and shook her head decisively, "No more! I thought Mr. Yan, after yesterday, you'd surely be drained by your new wife, so I asked you out today to mock you a bit."
"Heh..." Yan Sijue chuckled, his cool hand gently clasping her chin, forcing her to et his gaze, "Even knowing I'm married, you don't mind being my lover?"
Mu Yiliang lazily smiled, reaching out to hook his neck, "Young Master Yan, you've got it wrong. I'm not here to be your lover, but to make you mine."
"Is there a difference?" he asked, stroking her bare arm.
Mu Yiliang blinked, "Of course there is. While I'm reluctant to let go of you, I'll never cling. If ever you don't want to associate with anymore, I promise I won't bother you."
"So obedient." Yan Sijue caught her fingers, kissing them one by one.
Mu Yiliang's heart fluttered from his small gestures, rolling her eyes at him, "Obedient? Wrong again. If soday I find a more outstanding lover. Mr. Yan, don't bla for dumping you!"
Yan Sijue paused, then bit down forcefully on her index finger!
"You dare!"
Mu Yiliang giggled, turning in his arms to free herself, "But as it stands, soone as exquisite as you, Young Master Yan, is indeed rare. I can't bear to part with you for the ti being, so there's no need to worry."
This woman was indeed slippery. Yan Sijue's eyes darkened slightly.
"Oh, by the way, Young Master Yan." Mu Yiliang turned back, propping her chin, looking at him with a smile, "I saw a news report that your bride doesn't seem very attractive."
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