When all the movement had subsided, it was already an hour later.

Feng Jiuli was lying on Jun Wuji's chest, her cheeks were ruddy, her breathing was disordered, and her whole person seemed to be paralyzed.

Jun Wujie lowered his eyes, reached out and stroked her long silky hair, and the corners of his lips hooked a satisfying...

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