Before long, the beauty in his arms, with affection swimming in her beautiful eyes, leaned on his shoulder: "Can you stay?"
Without another word, maybe, just maybe, life's first time was about to happen!
The next morning, Yang Fan, exhausted, opened his eyes, glanced beside him, nothing but empty space; turning over and sitting up, he saw Mo Zishan in her pajamas, arranging her hair in front of the dressing mirror, her black hair draped over her shoulders.
Yang Fan was stunned; he was hungry, his heart was starving. After experiencing the pleasures of the flesh the previous night, having had a first time was like being poisoned, yearning for a second, especially with such an enchanting beauty mesmerizing him right before his eyes.
Gently getting out of bed, he walked over, and Mo Zishan saw Yang Fan in the dressing mirror: "Why don't you sleep a little more, it's still early."
"With such a temptress like you flitting about in front of me, how can I possibly sleep?"
