When his cold and soft lips covered hers, her mouth was filled with the fragrance of grapes. It was so rich.
Her eyes immediately turned sparkling, becoming even more catlike in the night.
Sheng Yang wasn't an ordinary woman either. She let Yi Juncheng do whatever he wanted. Soon, Yi Juncheng was enjoying himself.
After a while, Yi Juncheng handed Sheng Yang a small bottle. There seemed to be something in the bottle, and the bottle looked very special.
He smirked at her. "I'm material just like this. Do you understand?"
Neither of them needed to say more. Sheng Yang nodded.
She played with the bottle in her hand. Her face was expressionless, but her heart was happy.
Of course, she understood.
To him, she was like an isotope of polonium that wouldn't change for 573 billion years.
Yi Juncheng really knew how to please her.
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