Tang Feng left Meng Xian's house, and it was already past eleven o'clock.
From last night to today, the two had practically spent all their time in bed, wetting the sheets with their fluids.
It was sheer debauchery.
When he left, Meng Xian was practically limp on the bed, unable to even muster the strength to walk.
She had been utterly drained by Tang Feng.
Worried she might be dehydrated, Tang Feng didn't forget to leave her a big glass of water.
He returned to the residential complex where he rented a room.
He went upstairs.
Upon opening the door, a delightful fragrance hit him in the face.
In the living room, Han Yun was lying on the couch with her legs bare, watching TV.
She was only wearing a pair of tight shorts that outlined her pavilion, plump, with the slit clearly visible.
In the kitchen, Huo Hui and Han Ling were busy cooking.
Seeing Tang Feng return, Han Yun sat up and blew him a kiss.
Tang Feng walked over nonchalantly and groped her ass.
