Like a traveler in the desert who has found an oasis, Qiao Zhihe almost couldnāt wait to entangle himself.
It feels so good.
But itās not enough, I want more.
He desperately moved towards the other side, the otherās body like a pool of cool spring water, exerting an extreme seduction on him.
I want to completely cover my body onto hers, to have every inch of my body pressed tightly against hers, to move closer, even closer...
His hands instinctively roamed over the otherās body, Qiao Zhihe gasping, desires within him almost exploding.
His mind was muddled by those flames, the only thought was to completely possess the person beneath him.
The person beneath him... who is it?
Amidst the haze, a cool voice pierced through the flames of desire, sounding in his ear.
Like a clap of thunder.
"Little Crane..." a sighing-like call.
Qiao Zhihe finally saw the face of the person beneath him clearly, his bloodshot eyes met a pair of cool gray eyes.
...
Qiao Zhiheās eyes suddenly opened wide.
Like being scalded by something, he sat up abruptly from the bed.
His forehead was slightly sweaty, but Qiao Zhihe had no time to pay attention to that.
A cold sensation between his legs was transmitted to his brain, and Qiao Zhihe felt as if his entire body was frozen in place, his face instantly turning deathly pale.
When... when did he ever have such thoughts?
The light in the room was not turned off, and the floor-to-ceiling window was open, a gentle night breeze swayed the curtains lightly, as if that person had just been here.
Sitting quietly for a long time until everything calmed down.
Qiao Zhihe expressionlessly got up, went to the bathroom to shower and wash his hair, and when he walked into the room again, he had once again become the gentle and graceful Young Master Qiao.
Everything that just happened was just a dream.
Gu Shengyin didnāt know she had become someoneās object of spring dreams; she was currently witnessing a separation by death.
The withered old man lay on the bed, his three children weeping bitterly, the onlookers all lamenting how filial Old Master Changās children were.
At that moment, the old man opened his mouth, tremblingly reached out as if wanting to say something, but unfortunately, no words could come out.
His eldest daughter quickly stepped forward to hold his hand, saying sincerely, "Dad, donāt worry, all the family matters are left to the three of us siblings, you donāt need to worry about anything, weāll take care of everything for you..."
Bastards!
Thatās what Old Master Chang wanted to say most at that moment.
Last night, when no outsiders were around, these three brats said no such thing!
Right in front of him, they talked about how to switch his medicine and have the kitchen prepare meals that were bad for his health.
Because he had lived too long and refused to relinquish power, they were all unwilling to accept it.
Just for a bit of money, they wanted to send their old father to hell with their own hands!
Old Master Chang wasnāt willing either!
If he could still speak, he would ensure these three beasts wouldnāt get anything!
Then the next moment, he saw that black figure standing behind his daughter.
He widened his eyes but found that it seemed like no one else could see that figure.
"You have ten minutes left; do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" a cool voice resounded in his mind.
Upon hearing this, Old Master Chang even forgot about his fear and quickly nodded: he wanted those three beasts to get nothing!