The five-part fire turned into a seven-part blaze.
Mingyue's body began to convulse, wave after wave.
By the time Chen Fang stopped,
dewdrops, clear and sparkling, clung to both wings of the butterfly.
From the depths of the cave, a gentle stream began to seep out, trickling down her delicate skin.
The deed was done.
Chen Fang whispered into Mingyue's ear, asking, "Do you want me? If you want me, say it, and I'll give myself to you."
Mingyue looked at Chen Fang with burning eyes.
Her throat seemed parched as she swallowed again and again.
It was evident that at this moment, she was in dire need.
Her lips, tightly pressed together, moved slightly as if she wanted to speak, yet she held back.
Damn it.
Such endurance?
If it were any other woman, she would have begged for it by now.
No, I need to push harder.
Chen Fang extended his middle finger, reaching deep into the thicket, plunging it in with a 'plop' up to the base.
He stirred with his fingertip.
