Fu Qinglun looked at those two red sashes. "What kind of treasures are these?"
"There's no need for you to know more about that."
With that, Lin Shiyu gripped his large hands and tied them to the head of the bed. Although Fu Qinglun wanted to move but was unable to. "Shi'shi, my dear. What are you doing?"
Lin Shiyu kissed him on the lips and smiled. "I am doing something… unsuitable for childrens' eyes."
…
Three hours later.
Lin Shiyu collapsed onto the soft bed, drenched in sweat. That pale purple dress had been all torn up and tossed onto the sheepskin rug on the floor. Her fan-like lashes fluttered as she felt too tired to even keep her eyes open.
Laying beside her, Fu Qinglun reached over and pulled her by the waist into his arms. The two of them were wet and sticky. But after having such a wild time over so many hours, all that was left was an exhausted contentment.
The two of them were too lazy to move.
