In the afternoon room.
On the living room sofa, two fair bodies lay in different poses.
In the sunlight, their snowy skin was enveloped in a glistening halo.
Flushed red covered their fair cheeks.
With spring in her eyes, Han Ling propped herself up on her watery orbs, looking at Huo Hui beside her.
Her breaths were still coming in soft pants.
"Sister Hui… he's really amazing… he made me… feel so damn good," she gasped, her voice faltering intermittently.
Her exposed breasts heaved up and down.
"Just now, I felt like… I was going to die of bliss, my soul nearly left me."
Listening to Han Ling's lascivious words, Huo Hui's face flushed hot.
Was this still the Han Ling she knew?
When had she become so wanton?
She lifted her head and looked toward the little man not far away, her eyes showed a trace of annoyance, but it was overwhelmed by sweetness.
This little man, he was really something.