Those who have lingered in the dust will always be obsessed with the joy of staggering through the mire, climbing high branches, and looking far into the distance when the sky is clear and the air is fresh... That's why she would yearn to climb even higher, ever higher.
Song Cheng gently smiled and lovingly stroked Sister An's smooth back.
It seemed as if his support rekindled An Chenyu's passion, and so the beautiful woman turned over, lying prone with her buttocks raised, she turned her face sideways, blushed, clenched her fists, and braced herself for the powerful force to come, speaking with a shy coyness, "Come on."
Song Cheng did not disappoint.
But he was cautious, like a giant handling a delicate and fragile ceramic, bit by bit, never speeding up.
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That day...
