Tang Shuya narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled after a moment and asked her softly, "Ling Zhen, why can't we be here?"

This wedding room is Ling Zhen’s last bottom line, her safe haven, her longing and hope.

This is where she truly begins her new life.

The man and woman lying here should have been her and Fang Xi, resting here, flirting, cuddling, and giving birth to new life.

Then a new family was formed.

She didn't want to be defiled by Tang Shuya, and didn't want to become a hotbed for Tang Shuya to vent his sexual desires.

She couldn't accept it. When she and Fang Xi fell asleep in each other's arms, she thought of Tang Shuya's face.

She sniffed, wrapped her hands softly around Tang Shuya's neck, tilted her head slightly, and said in a soft voice, "Can't we do it here? Let's go somewhere else. What if Fang Xi barges in while we're having a good time? Wouldn't that ruin our mood? Tomorrow... tomorrow, okay?"

Because she had been crying, her voice sounded a little hoarse, but in such an environment, it sounded unique and charming.

Tang Shuya was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

The woman's slightly cool lips had already covered his, her movements gentle.

The man's chin, Adam's apple, and collarbone seemed to be gently brushed across the lake by a warm spring breeze.

Ripples appear in the lake of my heart.

Ling Zhen kissed his collarbone and watched the man's throat moving so close to her. Knowing that he still fell for it, the tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.

Just as Tang Shuya said, he was familiar with her body. After three years of getting along with each other, Ling Zhen was also very clear about Tang Shuya's preferences.

Power is a two-way thing, but Ling Zhen doesn't want to think about it or do it, but it doesn't mean she doesn't know how to do it.

In the past, under his coaxing, she had taken the initiative to tease him and please him, and he was extremely happy. He liked her active show of affection and shy seduction.

This gave him the illusion that she needed him.

Ling Zhen may never know that Tang Shuya, the proud son of heaven, also has hidden vulnerabilities, and the sense of satisfaction and fulfillment of being needed.

Tang Shuya really enjoyed it, with the faint fragrance of a woman's body under his nose.

The woman tilted her face up, her eyes and eyelashes were stained with moisture, and her whole body was shrouded in a hazy charm.

Tang Shuya narrowed his eyes, his deep gaze filled with a hint of amusement and inquiry. He looked at her for a long moment before finally smiling, "What time tomorrow?"

Ling Yuan bit her lips lightly, and her eyelashes, which were still stained with tears, trembled. She seemed to be thinking very seriously, which made Tang Shuya's throat tighten again, and he wanted to fuck her right away.

"At least it has to be after I get off work, but you can manage all my time after get off work. Is that okay with you?"

Tang Shuya curled his lips slightly, a smile on his brows, "Okay, I'll call you tomorrow."

Ling Zhen nodded obediently.

In this way, Tang Shuya finally stopped pressing her and got up from the bed.

Ling Zhen lifted her long hair that was scattered on her chest and pulled down her rolled-up clothes. She didn't notice that Tang Shuya was staring at her and blurted out, "Then I'll go out and see Fang Xi."

But Tang Shuya suddenly grabbed her hand and kissed her lips again.

He deepened the kiss reluctantly. Ling Zhen closed his eyes and grasped the lapels of his waist with both hands. His fingers clenched and then gently loosened, in order to numb Tang Shuya's nerves, allowing his lips and tongue to go deeper.

He didn't let her go until she was almost short of breath and he couldn't stand it any longer. "Tomorrow, wait for my call."

Tang Shuya's voice was a little hoarse due to the deep kiss just now.

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