Yang Fan entrusted himself deeply into Fan Sisi in a way even he did not notice.
This time, indeed, it had been a bit too quick.
He almost didn't catch up with his own reaction.
It was his first time being like this, but thinking about it, it actually made sense. After all, he had held back for so long, and Fan Sisi was so tight and moist, the stimulus was always very strong; a bit of speed seemed reasonable.
Fan Sisi looked down at her muddied golden valley, dabbed her finger with a shimmering drop, and said with a smile, "Isn't it fascinating, how humans change? I can't even imagine becoming them."
"Uhm..." Yang Fan didn't know how to respond.
Fan Sisi's questions always refreshed one's perspective, leaving them unable to respond.
"Why do I feel the urge to taste it?" Fan Sisi stared at the substance on her fingertip, suddenly murmuring.
"Then taste it, maybe because you are a foodie!" Yang Fan laughed.
In his eyes, such behavior was rather stimulating.
