Auntie Qiu analyzed her own characteristics.
Age? Appearance?
None of these attracted Lu Yang.
Therefore, she decided to let young Lu Yang first experience her warmth and passion.
See if young Lu Yang could give her a little face.
So she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
And began to lick gently.
After just one lick, she felt the urge to cry—on one hand, it was a sigh that it had been over a decade since she last touched a man's root of life, and now she felt both very familiar and very strange.
On the other hand, she felt wronged and heartbroken for her own indecency, for not keeping to the women's way, for stooping so low as to lick a man's root of life.
These two emotions intertwined, coupled with her own desire.
Therefore, her mood was so complex that she herself couldn't even clearly articulate what she was feeling.
However, although she licked with all her heart, even taking young Lu Yang into her mouth,
Unfortunately…
Young Lu Yang was still soft.
