From the living room to the bathroom, on to the master bedroom, Wen Sheng felt that she would not be able to be at peace in this house anymore. Every part of it was permeated with the sweat of their bodies, and echoing with their low moans.
Wen Sheng was too innocent, her previous relationship with Jian Yukuo was pristine. She had no clue that there were so many things that could be explored between men and women.
As if a new world had just opened up to her, she was dragged inside by Fu Yanlin, sinking deeply into this enchanted world.
Once again, Wen Sheng felt that Zhu Qingjia was an oracle, who had already predicted that Wen Sheng had yet to meet a man who could stir up her passions. Now that she had, she was effortlessly defeated by his charm.
Afterward, Wen Sheng lay on the edge of the bed, watching Fu Yanlin get up in the dim glow of the bedside lacquered glass lamp.
