"Brother Sun, you said that the goods need to be delivered tonight, otherwise, we'll have problems dealing with them,"
the middle-aged Daoist nun said while massaging.
Clearly, this was an important matter, and the two of them were more than just illicit lovers.
Sun Anming nodded, "I know, you won't miss out on your share of the benefits."
Sun Anming's wandering hands dishonestly grasped the Daoist nun's delicate, fair hand and began to caress it.
"Your little hands are really skillful, come rub my stomach for me, sister."
The Daoist nun pulled a face, shook off Sun Anming, and raised her eyebrows mockingly.
"Brother Sun, it's not so peaceful around here these days, you should hurry back and take care of your business. Didn't you just get yourself a beautiful young wife? Why are you out here cozying up to a nun like me?"
