His thin lips lightly enclosed her earlobe, his voice having taken on a bit of hoarseness, yet sounding somewhat sticky and blurred from so close,
"This place is indeed good, no one will disturb us."
Su Zhiruan uttered an "Oh," feeling a bit dizzy. The room was already dim, the original owner suffered from night blindness and couldn't see anything in front of her; she could only rely on instinct to feel Xie Yanshang's approximate position.
However, Xie Yanshang didn't seem satisfied with her response. The movements of his lips quickened and intensified, his hands gently lifting the hem of her clothes.
The rustling of fabric filled the silent living room, becoming the sole source of sound.
After a while, beads of sweat formed on Xie Yanshang's forehead, his breathing grew heavy, and he forcefully subdued his accelerating heartbeat,
"Let's go, we'll go upstairs."
No sooner had he spoken than he swooped Su Zhiruan up in his arms and, with a steady gait, carried her upstairs.
