Lips parched, tongue dry, Tang Ying's mouth could not close again. Her breaths were hurried, no one could resist such stimulating displays. Naked bodies, an explicit man on top of a woman, graphic movements, the sound of flesh upon flesh, and those ear-warming moans and gasps of seduction -- the private union of the man and woman on the bed was explicitly presented before Tang Ying's eyes. Clear, enticing, how could this be? Such shamefully intimate contacts, Tang Ying had learned a lesson. She once naively thought she had given her body to Zhang Ziwen, but the scene before her showed her it wasn't enough; making love was actually like this...