From the bedroom, to the living room, then to the kitchen, and finally back to the bedroom again.
This carnal war waged across multiple battlefields, only coming to an end when Mu Qingyan was nearly debilitated.
Giving herself to Xu Fan, Mu Qingyan harbored no regrets.
It was now past four in the morning, and in the bedroom, Mu Qingyan hid beneath the covers, revealing only her jade-like back and shoulders.
If it hadn't been for her pleas, she probably would be unconscious by now, her body limp, with only enough energy to move her slender fingers.
Mu Qingyan lay beside Xu Fan, her eyes filled with distress as she looked at the various scars that marked his body.
She carefully touched a scar on Xu Fan's chest with her slender fingers and asked with concern, "Honey, does this hurt?"
Each scar on his body had its own story. Recalling the past, Xu Fan smiled, gently held Mu Qingyan's hand, and teased, "About as much as what you just went through."
"You!"
"Annoying..."