Fan Xian spread her legs wide and lifted them high.
One hand held the cell phone, its camera aimed at herself, while the other hand reached between her legs, caressing the petals above.
After she struck a pose, she took a photo.
Then she extended her middle finger, sliding it between the lotus petals until half of her finger disappeared inside, and she took another photo.
The most explosive was the last one.
After she withdrew her fingers, she placed them against her lips, extended her tongue, and licked the glistening digit.
After these three photos were taken,
her expression immediately relaxed.
Then she sat on the toilet, fiddling with her phone for a while.
She let out a long sigh, put her pajamas back on, and walked out of the bathroom.
The amorous feelings she had just cultivated
were now completely gone.
Back in the living room.
Both sat down on the couch.
After a silent moment, Fan Xian looked at Chen Fang and asked, "Do you think I'm very promiscuous?"
"No."
