Two hours later, Mu Anran's thick eyelashes trembled and her eyes slowly opened.
She felt almost entirely drained, collapsing weakly on the bed, her lower back as if it had been crushed by a truck, sore and aching to the slightest movement.
"This beast!"
Mu Anran gritted her teeth as she looked at the love bites all over her body, cursing under her breath.
The legendary gown, worth millions and painstakingly handcrafted, was already in tatters due to Yu Lingqian's ravishing, thrown all over the floor.
The flush on her pretty face hadn't faded, adding to the frustration simmering in her belly:
Yu Lingqian must have taken the wrong medicine tonight, stubbornly keeping at her for a full two hours without a break.
Ironically, her body seemed to have slowly started getting used to his touch.
If only Yu Lingqian would restrain himself a bit, she wouldn't have been brought to fainting.