Nangong Yi had long been captivated by her unparalleled beauty, his mind a whirl, unwilling to let her leave. Before she even reached the door, he had already embraced her.
"What are you doing?"
Cai Wei's heart tightened, an ominous feeling rising within her.
Nangong Yi turned her around and whispered, "Let me taste the flavor of the rouge I made."
With that, he lowered his head and kissed her.
The kiss was long and soft, leaving Cai Wei dizzy. By the time she regained her senses, her clothes had unknowingly been stripped off, "Hey, you..."
Before she could finish, what was bound to happen had already happened...
An hour later, Cai Wei was exhausted, panting and drenched in sweat, with not an ounce of strength left. Nangong Yi saw that she was about to faint and hurriedly ended things, then carried her to the hot spring to bathe. Her strength partially returned, but she was still very tired, especially her waist, which felt as if it had been broken and then reattached.
