After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

There were no lights on inside, only the faint glow of lanterns shining through the window.

In the dark, vision is diminished, while touch and hearing become exceptionally acute.

Jiang Dusheng could hear their rapid, intertwined breathing, and the occasional suppressed groan that escaped from his lips.

Xie Jinchen pinned her against the closed door, but one of his hands began to wander restlessly.

"Ugh..." Jiang Dusheng let out a sob.

Xie Jinchen's hand had already covered the undulating contours without hesitation, and the softness beneath the fabric changed with the force of his touch.

Jiang Dusheng froze, finally snapping out of her daze. She opened her eyes wide and stared into his unfathomable black eyes, where a dark current she had never seen before surged.

"Thank... Thank you, Jinchen..." She finally managed to catch her breath, her voice trembling and broken, filled with unfamiliar emotions and a hint of panic.

"Hmm?" he mumbled in response, his hot breath spraying onto her skin, causing a slight shiver.

His lips and tongue lingered on her collarbone, sometimes gently sucking, sometimes biting lightly with his teeth, carrying an irresistible sense of possession.

"Go...go to the bed..." Jiang Dusheng said haltingly.

Xie Jinchen used his arm strength to lift her up, carrying her off the ground and straddling her waist like a pendant.

The sudden feeling of being suspended in mid-air made Jiang Dusheng gasp. This position made her slightly taller than him, and she had to lower her head to receive his kiss.

But it also made her feel more clearly the dragon-like vitality, poised to strike, through just a few layers of clothing.

Xie Jinchen continued walking forward in this posture.

Jiang Dusheng could clearly feel the lines of his abdominal muscles, and the dragon seemed to glide past him almost imperceptibly with each step…

The touch was unfamiliar, yet it made my heart race.

"You..." Her words were cut off by Xie Jinchen's kiss.

He cupped her in his palm and pressed her even closer to him.

Jiang Dusheng breathed heavily on his lips, his legs involuntarily closing together.

However, this action amplifies all the minute frictions.

As he moved, her body swayed gently with his movements, and the heat spread inch by inch from the places he touched.

When they reached the bedside, Xie Jinchen did not put her down, but instead, in that position, he pulled her down onto the brocade quilt together.

Clothes were scattered and open in the pulling and tugging.

His burning lips landed on her neck, giving her a light but firm bite.

The tight fit and the stinging pain on the side of his neck mixed with a tingling sensation that spread through Jiang Dusheng's body. He gasped, his fingers sinking deep into the mattress.

"It might hurt a little," Xie Jinchen whispered in her ear, his hand already inside her open collar.

Jiang Dusheng bit his lower lip, swallowing the groan back down his throat.

Xie Jinchen was not satisfied, and lowered his head to look at the undulating contours.

Jiang Dusheng finally couldn't help but hunch over, letting out a broken sound from his throat.

The voice sounded like a command.

Xie Jinchen's movements suddenly became urgent, and he quickly removed the last layer of covering.

"Hmm!"

At that moment, both of them let out a muffled groan.

Xie Jinchen groaned and paused for a moment, veins bulging on his forehead.

After Jiang Dusheng recovered, the bed creaked under the strain.

Jiang Dusheng had to hold onto his neck tightly to maintain his balance.

Xie Jinchen's attacks became even more ferocious, and he refused to retreat even after midnight.

"Thank you... Jin Chen..." She looked up, panting, a broken sound escaping her throat.

This call sent chills down Xie Jinchen's spine.

The next moment, the scorching rain poured down.

Jiang Dusheng felt like he was melting.

Her consciousness floated and sank in overwhelming pleasure, and for a moment she even had the illusion of hearing the sound of rain.

It turned out that his sweat dripped down her collarbone, meandering down her skin like a warm, sudden rain.