Sun Zhe carried Yao Yuelong's soft, fragrant body in his arms, striding over to the Cold Jade Bed.
A bone-chilling cold instantly swept over him, making him feel as if he had plunged into an ice cellar.
However, this cold did not suppress the restless Yang Qi inside him; instead, it made his body and mind burn even hotter.
He roughly tossed Yao Yuelong onto the bed and began to undress. "You're the one who started playing with fire," he said. "Don't blame me for what happens next."
Yao Yuelong's gaze was calm and indifferent. "Come, then."
Sun Zhe was displeased with her placid attitude. He quickly tore off his shirt, revealing his lean, powerful muscles, and climbed onto the bed to pin her down.
Her delicate, intoxicating fragrance made his blood feel like it was about to boil, and his breathing grew ragged.
Yet Yao Yuelong remained as still as tranquil water, without a single ripple of emotion.
