The soft light was cozy and beautiful, it wouldn't let him make a mistake. Zhang Ziwen's actions were clumsy yet gentle, he could feel himself slowly part the narrow warmth, he was on the verge of collapse, the feeling was compelling, stimulating, and soul-stirring, his holy land in his heart. He didn't stop; he kept pushing forward, seeking the deepest warmth, wanting her to accept him entirely. He was very careful, his movements slow, he felt the warmth enveloping him, a tingling pleasure overwhelmed him…