"Xiaomeng," Sun Yingying suddenly spoke, her love blossoming with the breeze, and the fiery passion within her heart was ignited with a touch.
That's not to say Sun Yingying was a lascivious woman in her bones, on the contrary, she was quite conservative, but her beauty bloomed only for her man.
Consumed by deep feelings, she couldn't control herself. Sun Yingying looked like a pure lotus flower, now swaying in the wind, her pristine body a sight so enchanting that a single glance would last a thousand years, too beautiful to behold.
Compared with Sun Qian, Sun Yingying's body was even more exquisite, perfect and voluptuous.
Even larger than Sun Qian's, in fact.
Without having borne a child, she still naturally exuded a milky fragrance.
It was truly a gift from the heavens.
Zhang Xiaomeng felt a strong stirring within him and kissed her soft, fragrant lips.
