Like fermenting dough, it kept swelling.
Her laugh was sweet, "I feel the same, I only like you."
The man couldn't contain his passion as he kissed her lips.
Ye Anqi also wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself in her response to him…
Their oblivious kiss, their sweet breath, seemed to fill the entire universe.
Bei Jingtang stumbled upon this scene and suddenly felt it was a bit glaring.
Night fell.
The Young Master and Xiaoyao walked down the dark, old street.
This was a black market street.
Many things that could not bear the light of day were secretly traded here.
The residents of this area all maintained their lives through illicit trade.
"Knock, knock, knock—" Xiaoyao tapped on a door.
It took a long time for the door to open, and the opener was an old man who looked to be about 100 years old.
His movements were slow, and his eyes were cloudy and unable to see clearly.
"Who are you looking for? What do you want?"
