The red silk canopy was warm, the beauty's affection deep. Even Feng Yi, with his will of steel, couldn't resist any longer.
The canopy rocked for half the night before finally settling down. But Song Yunzhao couldn't sleep. 'I wonder why people crave this kind of pleasure. It is, I suppose, a satisfying way to relieve stress.'
"Can't sleep?" Feng Yi asked, smiling at Yun Zhao. 'She must have recovered fully to handle all that.'
Seeing the suggestive glint in Feng Yi's eyes, Song Yunzhao immediately covered them with her hand. 'Even if the saying goes that the ox tires but the field is endless, I still need a break.'
"Let's just talk for a while."
Hearing Yun Zhao's words, Feng Yi pulled her into his arms, holding her against his chest. "What do you want to talk about?"
