Yun Ya instinctively resisted, then passively endured. Like a boat adrift on the ocean, she was forever unable to find a port to anchor. A big wave hit, and she sank back into the deep waters once again.
The deepening kiss was almost suffocating, yet in that chaos, desire stirred restlessly, finally filling the void in her heart perfectly.
"Brother Yan..." she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Night flowed quietly, the night wind outside the window was deep and cold, but inside the room, the temperature rose steeply.
Clothes scattered all over the floor, the big bed was a mess. Half-awake, she gazed dreamily at the ceiling, tender kisses fell beside her ear, and the man's burning breath stirred her heartstrings.
"Yaya..." the low, husky voice sounded by her ear, filled with passion.
Her heart trembled sharply, feeling the marks he left on her body, tears finally burst out from her eyes.
In that moment, the alcohol finally wore off.
