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Wang Xin's cries, tinged with a nasal whimper, didn't sound like complaints but more like coquettish moans.
The atmosphere by the riverside became somewhat peculiar.
"Miss Wang, I'm so sorry, so sorry, I've hurt you," Tang Feng said, full of apologies. "I'll try to be gentler."
Wang Xin's face flushed, too embarrassed to look at Tang Feng.
From a distance, one could vaguely see a long-haired beauty in a dress sitting on a rock, with a man squatting beneath her. Such a vision inevitably led to wild imaginings.
Clenching her fists, Wang Xin endured the discomfort, sitting on that rock.
For her, it was torture.
She looked towards the distant reeds, trying to distract herself as much as possible to avoid letting out those embarrassing sounds again.
When her gaze inadvertently swept over a spot among the reeds, it paused.
There, a patch of reeds had been trampled down, and on the small clear ground, two bare bodies were intertwined, engaged in a piston motion.
