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Her voice sounded especially clear and shocking in the dark room. Ye Ningyuan, for a moment, thought that he was hearing things, but his heart was beating uncontrollably.

That feeling, those indescribable palpitations, and that suppressed desire flared up once again in unbearable discomfort.

Was An Xunuo out of her mind?

The two of them were lying on the carpet when An Xunuo suddenly flipped herself around and rode Ye Ningyuan. Her tender body was a stark contrast to his stiffness.

"An Xunuo, do you know what you are saying?"

"You've a choice. You can f*** me, or let me f*** you." An Xunuo tugged at his shirt. He could not see her blushing in the darkness, and she tugged at his shirt so quickly and so certainly as though she seemed to be particularly experienced at it. He'd have been convinced by her act had he not known her character.

"Xunuo, stop it." Ye Ningyuan softly growled as he held her wrist. "Stop it."