A sleepless night.
Chu Dazhuang was robust like a bull, and that thing of his was hardly what an ordinary man could possess.
Throughout the night, Wang Guiqin felt as if she were ascending to paradise yet dying from desire, as if her soul flew up into the heavens under Chu Dazhuang's thrusts, and as if the parched land had suddenly been nourished by a mountain spring, bursting forth with vitality.
Wang Guiqin was very receptive all night, much to Chu Dazhuang's delight, and she herself soared up into the heavens quite a few times.
The sky was turning pale, and the sun had just begun to rise in the east. At this time, the glow of the dawn was just spreading, but the farm folk had yet to rise for their day's labor.
Wang Guiqin and Chu Dazhuang were embracing each other.
Chu Dazhuang, too, was beautiful—not just in spirit, but also in body.
The sister-in-law he had long yearned for had finally been his.
