Lying in Li Yulan's bed, Zhang Xiaofan was already fantasizing about the scene of Li Yulan bathing, and even moreso about the night of the eighth when they spent a beautiful night together.
Creak!
The door was pushed open, and Li Yulan, wrapped in a bath towel, walked in.
Her wet hair dripped, and she emanated an enchanting fragrance.
Li Yulan walked towards Zhang Xiaofan.
She put down the towel she had been using to dry her hair and sat down.
"Xiaofan, kiss me."
Li Rulan said shyly, her cheeks flushed with color.
Zhang Xiaofan did not hesitate; he embraced Li Yulan.
Then he laid her on the bed and started kissing her.
Li Yulan instinctively wrapped her arms around Zhang Xiaofan's neck, responding to his passionate kisses.
Without any unnecessary movements, the two of them kissed fervently on the bed.
Forgetting about time.
It was after some time had passed, when Zhang Xiaofan was about to proceed to the next step,
