You Are Long Sijue!

There was a thick fragrance of wine in Long Sijue's mouth. It was a prolonged kiss, and Su Qianxun had no choice but to bite the bullet and endure it. Her long eyelashes were trembling violently. She slowly closed her eyes and let the man do whatever he wanted.

As the man climaxed, he held the back of Su Qianxun's head and pressed his forehead against hers. He asked in a raspy voice, "Who am I?"

Su Qianxun's eyes were tightly shut, and there were tears on her eyelashes. She felt upset as she clung on to his strong and muscular waist. Her heart felt empty, as if she was waiting or yearning for something. The young woman was so anxious that she cried even harder, and she said, "Long Sijue, you are Long Sijue!"

Long Sijue was satisfied with the answer. He kissed her lips once again.

…..

In the next room.