Yuan Lijing lay on the urine-stenched, soaking wet bed, trembling all over, too weak to even stand up.
Song Tian grabbed his simple luggage and got off the train, An Qing was leaning at the carriage saying goodbye to the passengers, and it was obvious, her body was still limp.
When the beautiful woman saw Song Tian, her pretty face blushed, and noticing not many people were getting off, she whispered, "When will you come back?"
"Might be about ten days or so, and besides, I'll be coming back and forth more often! Just to fuck you, An, you're so fucking good, especially that back hole, it feels extra comfy when I'm pounding it."
An Qing's pretty face turned even redder, and she covered her face and said, "Next time you come back, take this train again, and I'll let you fuck my ass again.
Plus, our announcer is damn gorgeous, and such a slut too, I'll hook you up, you down for fucking her, eh?
I'm bloody sure I won't be enough for you!"