Time flew by as Chu Dazhuang's hands moved like two flood dragons, and the sisters on the bed were like the vast ocean.
Once the dragons entered the ocean, it was as natural as a tiger growing wings.
After a while, Chu Dazhuang withdrew his hands.
"All right, get up," he said.
Speaking, Chu Dazhuang looked once more, with reluctance, at the dewy bodies of the sisters. To prevent them from noticing anything, he quietly turned around and stopped looking at them.
The sisters on the bed hadn't yet recovered from what had just happened. Chu Dazhuang's hands were incredibly nimble, teasing and playing just right, taking them straight to cloud nine. Although Chu Dazhuang's words brought them back, they still felt a wave of comfort.
At that moment, the sisters lay there, eyes hazy and vacant, staring at the ceiling, having ascended to heaven several times just then.
They felt as if they weren't lying on a bed, but on soft clouds.
