Han Muyun still remembered everything about that night, the fever, throbbing, and the extreme beauty of the intertwining of heat and cold. All his senses were clear.
Han Muyun remembered that Zhao Hangtian's body was hot, his skin was shiny and moist, and there seemed to be water in his eyes, but it never came out. It was just full of water, so the vicious eyes he stared at him became shimmering, making it difficult to control himself.
Naturally, Han Muyun, who loved him deeply, couldn't resist.
Han Muyun was better at martial arts than him, and he became stronger when he was drunk. He kept suppressing him firmly and did whatever he wanted.
For the only time in twenty years, he did whatever he wanted.
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