After the passion had subsided.
The two were embracing each other, lying on the bed.
The once neat and tidy bedding was now a mess.
On those white sheets, a plum blossom stood out, especially conspicuous.
Miao Feng lay lazily in Tang Feng's arms, her head resting on his arm, her face still flushed with a tinge of red.
With his arms around her soft body, Tang Feng's mind couldn't help but wander.
Suddenly, Miao Feng sat up.
She crawled to the bedside table and grabbed some tissue from it.
She fumbled and pulled out several tissues, pressing them between her legs.
There, a strand of creamy liquid flowed from between her folds, tracing through the air, and fell in drops onto the bedsheet.
Tang Feng lay there watching, and couldn't help but chuckle, feeling rather smug inside.
After all, which man could finish inside this domineering woman's body?
Perhaps only he could.
