When Louis heard the name "Sensen," his dark eyes darkened for a moment. 'That guy just won't go away. Clearly, he didn't drink enough of that fish soup back then.'
The young female was in a state between sleep and wakefulness.
Her cheeks were flushed, her dewy eyes misty. Louis found this version of her irresistible.
Yu Zhizhi's wrists, bound by white spider silk, were held high above her head. Sinking into the soft bed, she could hardly distinguish dream from reality.
In her daze, the person before her was Louis one moment and Sensen the next.
The tip of her tongue grew slightly numb.
She heard Louis whisper in her ear, "Who do you prefer? Me, or him?"
Yu Zhizhi couldn't get a word out.
Her sounds were all muffled by Yusen.
Sticky and wet.
Rocking and swaying.
As dream and reality intertwined, the rims of Yu Zhizhi's eyes reddened. She felt as if her mind was about to explode.
A light kiss fell upon her palm.
