This night, Yu Lingqian indeed did what he said he would.
No matter how Anran cried and pleaded, he ruthlessly didn't let her off.
The kind of pleasure that sent chills down her spine and made her want to scream almost drove Anran crazy.
However, she had to admit that she seemed to be sinking deeper into his rhythm, enthusiasm—
After the intense battle, Anran lay in Yu Lingqian's arms and slept soundly until the next morning.
"Ring-ring, ring-ring—"
She was awakened by a harsh ringing sound.
Anran, lying on the edge of the bed, dazedly stretched out a bare arm, fumbled for the phone on the nightstand, and answered, "Hello..."
Hearing her tired and hoarse voice, Nie Xiaoxun's eyes instantly lit up on the other end of the line: "Mumu, did you return triumphantly?"
After last night's excessive indulgence, Anran's mind was still in chaos.
She glanced at the screen in a daze, her head lolling, "What triumphant return..."
