Amidst the wild storm under the cloak of night, that wilted flower swayed with the wind.
It greedily drank in the rainwater, becoming ever more delicate and charming.
The melodious and seductive song of the warbler resonated through the darkness, unceasing, mixed with the heavy breathing of a man, performing a symphony of love.
In the bedroom on the other side.
Lin Xuan lay alone on her bed, ears filled with those intermittent sounds, stirring up her irritation.
At a certain moment, she couldn't bear it any longer, she climbed up, and pressed her eye to the hole in the wall.
Peering through that hole, all she saw was darkness.
But those blush-inducing sounds were even clearer.
Creak, creak.
The rocking of the bedframe was so loud.
Clearly, it was enduring a fierce ravishing.
She even worried whether the bedframe could withstand the assault, or if it would collapse.
"His thing is so big, can Sister Hui handle it?"
