Wen Jian’s room was very simple. The front hall served as a reception room and study, with the desk piled with documents. Next to the desk was a makeshift bookshelf, filled not only with fresh paper but also with many bamboo slips…

Ji Sang looked around and as she walked further inside, she could see a bed. The man on the bed was lying quietly. She took a few steps and reached the edge of the bed.

The man’s eyes were tightly closed, even in his sleep, his brow furrowed. His face was flushed with an unusual redness due to a high fever.

Having not seen each other for over two months, he had lost a lot of weight. His features had become even more profound and three-dimensional, and the dark circles under his eyes were particularly heavy.

Ji Sang sat down beside the edge of the bed, and her heart felt as if it had been stung by a bee, aching almost to the point of death. Her eye sockets suddenly became sore, and with a gentle blink, tears began to fall. She didn’t intend to cry, so she used the back of her hand to wipe them away, but the tears flowed more and more…

Pitter-patter, they fell onto Wen Jian’s hand, which was outside the blanket.

Wen Jian seemed to sense it. He drowsily opened his eyes, still not fully aware. When he saw Ji Sang crying while looking at him, he paused for a moment, then closed his eyes again. A faint chuckle escaped his throat, and his lips slightly curved upward as he murmured.

“It’s nice to be sick.”

Ji Sang sniffed, her eyes red as she looked at him.

“Sang’er, when I’m sick, I get to see you.”

After he finished speaking, his tall figure suddenly sat up and reached out to embrace her tightly. He sat up too quickly, and his dizziness worsened, causing him to lie back down while holding her.

Ji Sang supported herself with both hands on his chest. He closed his eyes slightly, and his head moved closer to find her lips. Ji Sang looked at his gradually enlarged face and leaned towards him, covering his…

The hot breath from his mouth was scorching, and the palm of his hand, which was hot, touched her back as it slid up. He held her delicate neck, and his mouth sealed her lips, kissing her tenderly to the extreme, afraid that exerting too much force would shatter this dreamlike moment.

As he kissed, he murmured, “Sang’er, I miss you so much.”

“Don’t you miss me?”

“You didn’t even want to reply to my letters.”

He grew angrier the more he spoke, and the kiss became dominant and passionate, as if carrying a sense of punishment. His tongue forcefully entered her mouth, sweeping over her breath, teasing her lilac-like tongue.

It had been a long time since they had been intimate.

This kiss made their breathing unsteady.

Ji Sang gasped in response, “Wen Jian, I miss you so much too.”

The man suddenly stopped his movements and looked upward with eyes filled with desire. After a moment, he uttered a sentence from his throat, “It smells so good in the dream.”

“Everything is here.”

His voice was very low, like the trailing notes of a cello, echoing in Ji Sang’s ears.

Ji Sang’s heart was beating rapidly, and that area suddenly throbbed with pain.

He held her tightly in his arms, and his eyes closed again…

The room became extremely quiet, with only the slow and steady sound of their breathing.

After a while, a long while, Ji Sang thought that Wen Jian had fallen asleep. Suddenly, he sat up again, his deep eyes fixed with astonishment on the woman in front of him. Her hair was slightly disheveled from their recent kiss, and he held the back of her head, her dark eyes filled with moisture, captivating his gaze.

“Ji Sang?”

“Is it you, Sang’er?”

He could hardly contain his excitement in his tone, his arms supporting him as his dark eyes grew increasingly intense.

Ji Sang tugged at her lips, lightly curving them upward, her heart tightening. She called out to him, “Wen Jian… it’s me.”

“Sang Sang, it’s really you!”

His words were genuine, his breath genuine.

In the next moment, Wen Jian forcefully pressed her into his embrace. Ji Sang’s nose bumped against his solid chest, causing her a momentary pain.

He quickly released her, lifted the blanket, and tried to get up from the bed.

In a glance, Ji Sang noticed that his undergarments had been tented upwards, a patch of dampness forming on them due to his intense arousal.

Ji Sang’s face flushed with embarrassment, and she silently averted her gaze.

However, this action did not escape Wen Jian’s eyes.

Wen Jian also noticed the situation there. After the passionate kiss in the dream, he had already become aroused. It was starting to ache against the fabric of his undergarments. He hurriedly covered himself with the bedding, just as Xiao Du entered with a basin of water.

Xiao Du’s face lit up with joy as he said, “My lord, you’ve finally woken up.”

Wen Jian, lacking patience, said, “Xiao Du, please leave for now.”

Xiao Du rubbed his head, glanced at the blushing cheeks of the lady, and quickly walked out.

Wen Jian got up from the bed, with his legs standing tall, he walked towards the basin. He had a high fever, and his whole body felt greasy. He quickly washed up and then went to the door to lock it. He briskly returned to the bedside and embraced Ji Sang, pressing his head down. As he kissed her small mouth, he asked while panting, “When did you arrive? Why didn’t you tell me in advance?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” Ji Sang mumbled incoherently.

“Mmm… Sang’er, I’m so happy…”

He had just rinsed his mouth, leaving a refreshing taste that contrasted sharply with his scorching hot palms. Ji Sang shivered from the sudden and rough kisses, instinctively trying to move back. However, he firmly grabbed her waist and pressed down heavily, breathing heavily as he forcefully rubbed against her red lips.

The kisses were urgent and rough, dragging her little tongue back and forth, sucking and swallowing, as if he wanted to fill her entire mouth with his breath.

His fingers rudely tugged at her clothes, but unfortunately, the clothes she was wearing seemed more complicated than before. Losing his patience, he could only grasp one side of her breast through the fabric, squeezing and kneading forcefully. The kisses and licks were no longer limited to her mouth, descending down her fair neck…

Under his dominant kiss, Ji Sang’s body involuntarily leaned back, her entire spine falling into the bedding filled with his scent. Soft moans escaped her throat, and her legs became even more wet, her undergarments already soaked.

His waist pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, his erect member rubbing against the fabric in a sticky manner.

“Mmm… Wen Jian… your high fever hasn’t gone away…”

His body was scorching hot.

Ji Sang could feel his body temperature, and her delicate body couldn’t help but tremble after such a long time without intimacy.

“Not doing it for so long is what caused this illness.”

“You’re here now, so the illness will be cured.”

“…”

Ji Sang was about to say something, but the man had already pushed aside her collar with his chin, and his lips and tongue pressed against her chest. His grip was exceptionally strong, and the clothing that couldn’t be removed was almost torn open by him…

She exclaimed and reached out to cover the fabric. “Don’t… this outfit is quite expensive…”

Wen Jian paused, his eyes filled with desire fixated on her. “Take it off.”

Ji Sang’s limbs were incredibly weak. As instructed, she unbuttoned her blouse and cast a shy, watery gaze at him. Her earlobes were blushing to the point of bleeding. She removed her outer garment, revealing two thin, rose-red pieces of fabric underneath. Her excessively white breasts were squeezed to the point of bursting, with a deep cleavage in between.

Wen Jian’s breath instantly grew heavy, his throat emitting a coarse growl, and his lower body feeling increasingly uncomfortable and swollen.

“You enchantress!”

He lowered his head abruptly, his mouth covering one of her breasts, sucking and licking it, deliberately lascivious as his rough tongue sensually traced the soft flesh. He continued until the two pieces of fabric were licked apart, exposing her entire breast. The pink nipple, stimulated, stood erect in the air. He grabbed one with his hand, squeezing forcefully, causing excess flesh to spill out through his fingers. Lowering his head, he gently bit the nipple, pressing his teeth against it.

Ji Sang’s face tilted back, gasping for breath and unable to control the pleasure she had long missed yet familiar with. Her legs tightly clamped together, but the urge to release the accumulating moisture inside was irresistible.

His tongue wrapped around the nipple, licking and teasing back and forth, moving to the other side only after it became moist. One hand caressed her slender waist, unfastening her belt, and slipped into her undergarments, with his fingertips tracing the triangle area until they reached her entrance. She squeezed her legs together, but he used his knee to push them slightly apart, allowing his fingers to enter. He only lightly stroked the petals before encountering the wetness…

A low laugh seemed to overflow from Wen Jian’s throat. “Sang’er… so wet.”

He abruptly stood upright, the scorching heat on his body vanishing suddenly. Ji Sang shivered from the sudden coolness, her eyes infatuatedly fixed on him. Her throat trembled as she whimpered, “Wen Jian… what are you doing?”

“Of course… taking off my pants and having you.”

He gasped heavily, gripping her waistband and pulling it down. In an instant, her two smooth and fair legs appeared before him.

He stared at her legs with fiery eyes, causing her to shrink and move her arms back for cover. Her throat instinctively swallowed nervously.

However, the man’s large palm had already grabbed her foot and opened it wide, revealing her swollen and watery flower bud, plump and blushing. The small opening suddenly widened, gently pulsating, as if silently and purely inviting him.

Ji Sang blushed all over, instinctively curling her feet and attempting to close her legs. A helpless and embarrassed moan escaped her throat. “Wen Jian… don’t… don’t look…”

The man’s lustful gaze met hers with a sticky intensity. He kissed her foot near his mouth, causing her whole body to tremble like a sieve. Her whimpering grew louder as the man’s tongue licked from her foot up to her knee, then from her knee to the inner thigh, leaving a scorching trail…

Ji Sang’s bones turned to jelly from the licking. Goosebumps spread from the back of her head down her spine, and her limbs grew numb. She trembled uncontrollably, and when his fingertip touched the entrance of her flower bud, she took a sharp breath, her moans sounding tearful. “Husband… mmm… ah…”

Wen Jian teased her flower petals with his fingertip, then opened his mouth and sucked on them, his tongue teasing the entrance and getting coated with her wetness. It covered the swollen nub and he lightly bit it with his lips.

Ji Sang’s breathing became deep and intense, her body trembling uncontrollably, her helpless hands grasping in the air. Finally, she grabbed onto his long hair, crying out in suppressed tones, “Mmm… ah… Husband… don’t… don’t lick.”

His tongue was scorching hot, and the high temperature blew inside her. Ji Sang couldn’t bear it for long and soon cried out, releasing a spray of water onto Wen Jian’s face.

Wen Jian lapped up the wetness, his rough tongue enveloping the swollen prominence as he continued to lick and suck. Ji Sang couldn’t take it anymore, and her legs went to clamp around his head.

“Ah… don’t… Husband… don’t… mmm… ah…”

Wen Jian pinned down her buttocks with his elbow, partially inserting a finger into the small opening. He licked and rubbed it, while an overwhelming pleasure cascaded down on Ji Sang’s scalp, driving her almost insane. Tears of pleasure welled up in her dark eyes and streamed down her cheeks. Before long, her lower abdomen pushed upward forcefully, releasing another wave of water…

For a moment, Ji Sang lost her voice, her head filled with exploding fireworks. It took a while before she managed to breathe, her face flushed as she gasped heavily. “Wu… ahaha…”

Wen Jian lifted his face, not knowing whether the moisture on his cheeks was sweat or water. He casually wiped it away. Kneeling between her legs, he unfastened her undergarments, and his intensely swollen organ sprang out, flushed red. It swung in the air as he moved his legs. He reached out and grasped it, the large glans grinding against the contracting opening, making the entire shaft slippery before forcefully thrusting into the small opening.

He penetrated fully, reaching deep inside her sensitive core.

In an instant, his shaft, which had long been deprived of moisture, was enveloped from all sides by tightness, the scorching mucous membranes rubbing against each other, generating even more heat… causing both of them to let out deep sighs from their throats.

Wen Jian’s whole body tensed up. Without waiting for her to adjust, he began thrusting his hips, forcefully colliding with her, each thrust deep and heavy, like a hot iron cleaving through fresh flesh. He buried his head in her swaying breast, sucking and biting, not letting go of the other one either, vigorously kneading and grabbing…

“Ah… husband… slower… mmm… ah…” Ji Sang was rocked back and forth by the thrusts, the pleasure growing deeper with each moment, coursing through her limbs like electric currents. Her body couldn’t help but tremble…

The room was filled with the sticky sound of their passionate thrusting.

Wen Jian focused intently, his eyes looking downward, able to see the thick and strong organ being engulfed and expelled by the rosy little mouth. Some fluids from the orifice were carried out, dripping onto the bedsheets, drop by drop…

Wen Jian’s brows and eyes reddened as he relentlessly thrust inside. Ji Sang couldn’t bear it and her fingers climbed onto his broad shoulders, digging deep with her nails, leaving marks on his skin…

“Ah… It’s too deep… Slow down… It’s so intense… Oh, oh, oh…”

She cried out, after dozens of thrusts, her lower abdomen suddenly trembled, and she reached a climax, tears streaming down her face.

The tight and alluring flesh clung tightly around his member, making Wen Jian’s scalp tingle with pleasure. With determination, he withdrew slightly and changed their position, embracing Ji Sang.

Ji Sang’s eyes lost focus, and when she finally reacted, she realized her body was pressed against the wall by the bed, with the man thrusting deeply from behind…

She cried out abruptly, unable to withstand the stimulation, and once again experienced a gush of pleasure…

A stream of fluids slid out from within, pouring onto the glans, entering the urethra, causing Wen Jian to moan and his throat to overflow with stifled sounds. With one hand gripping her waist, moving up and down in thrusts, and the other hand pinching her trembling clitoris from the front, rubbing and teasing it gently with his fingernails…

The overwhelming pleasure surged through his entire body like a flood. Ji Sang lifted her neck, gasping and crying out, with a few more thrusts, causing a messy eruption down below, with everything coming out…

Wen Jian placed his palm on her slightly swollen lower abdomen, the thin belly clearly revealing the impressive size of his organ. With a gentle press, the woman in his arms trembled uncontrollably. Suddenly, he forcefully thrust deep twice, loosening the sphincter, and a scalding and thick semen sprayed deep inside…