Wen Qingqing only felt her body burning up; her consciousness was dissipating.
All she felt was the heat!
She reached out and touched the man beside her, cool and soothing. Wen Qingqing couldn't restrain herself and instinctively pounced. She
She threw herself onto Chu Guangxuan, who was unconscious.
He vaguely sensed the pungent scent of perfume, laced with debauchery.
Wen Qingqing's perfume was specially made, she had prepared it for Chu Yiqin, but how could that man fall for such a tactic so easily. Instead, she was shooting herself in the foot.
Forgetting her shame, she crawled on top of Chu Guangxuan and stripped him of his clothes.
Chu Guangxuan's head was heavy and muddled; he opened his eyes only to see a woman who was very aggressively on top of him. Her gown had slipped down to her waist, revealing her pale skin.
And his own clothes were being taken off.
It was Wen Qingqing!