Her sudden initiative and overwhelming passion made every muscle in Huo Shaoyan's body tense up.
He even forgot to breathe, as every sense in his body was drawn to the fervor that the woman brought him. Her scent was identical to that of the woman in the cellar that night. She wrapped herself around him like a clinging dodder vine, her arms encircling his neck…
Accompanied by a sharp sting on his tongue that brought him abruptly to clarity, the woman leaned against his neck, breathing warmly by his ear. "Since in your eyes, I'm always the third, I don't mind being the sister-in-law of the future bride and groom," she said.
As her words fell, the man threw her back onto the large bed with a hard toss. An Ge glanced at his trousers and laughed coldly, "Young Master Huo, do you think you're much better than Lee Dahai, Huo Zhendong, or even Wu Zhigang? In reality, you're not that much nobler than them."