"Xiaomeng, I'm going to die, ah, Xiaomeng," Sun Yingying never thought that she would become so crazy one day.
Yet she chose to indulge in it, Zhang Xiaomeng was like her spiritual nourishment, exceptionally beautiful.
The touch of soul-blending gave her unspeakable enjoyment.
When both souls reached their climax, their bodies trembled together, and in the final moments, they merged into each other's bodies.
"Xiaomeng, I'm so happy, I'm so joyful," Sun Yingying sobbed, with a tone of complaint and yearning, like weeping and entreating.
Her eyebrows were filled with satisfaction, her hair flying, showcasing the tiredness after the great battle.
At this moment, Sun Yingying also found her own reason for existence in Zhang Xiaomeng.
Zhang Xiaomeng laughed, "Yingying, I'm also very happy."
"But, enjoying alone is not as fun as enjoying with others, someone has been watching for quite a while."
Someone has been watching for quite a while?
Is there a peeping tom?
