"Ah Yang!"
Zhao Yihan hugged me tightly, her face brimming with pleasure, contentment.
As for me, I was lost in a rapture of ecstasy, indescribably delighted. This soul-crushing pleasure was unforgettable, just like my first time with Aunt Lin.
Yi Han was young and tender, still untouched, of course, incredibly wonderful, but Aunt Lin had the advantage of maturity, and her moistness added to the enjoyment, equally marvelous.
Then there was Sister Li, each offering a distinct flavor, each one unforgettable.
Yi Han and I held each other tightly, savoring the afterglow of the peak, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
"Are you really going to break up with Xu Haipeng?"
Suddenly, I remembered the outrageous things she'd said a moment ago and asked.
"Hmm! I've made up my mind. I don't love him anymore. He's not stable at all, too impetuous. I used to think that was kind of cool when I was younger, but now, my opinion has slowly changed,"
whispered Zhao Yihan quietly.
"Then…"
