Xu Jiaojiao wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead and stood up, leaning against a tree. She beckoned to Lin Fan with her finger. Just as Lin Fan stood up, preparing to enter from behind, she stopped him. Instead, she took hold of his grandeur and aimed for another "flower", and as Lin Fan gently pushed forward, that path was torn open too.
"Ah... slow down... slow down... you're too big..."
Xu Jiaojiao, having taken a deep breath, clenched her teeth and bit by bit stuffed Lin Fan's alter ego into that blossoming chrysanthemum. A sense of tightness like never before instantly made Lin Fan furrow his brows too. This kind of thrill was a first for him, and he had never imagined it could be played this way.
