In the quiet mountain village.
Within this dark old house, two snow-white bodies entwined with each other.
Without words, there was only the interaction of bodies.
You in me, and I in you.
For the first time, Tang Feng felt the heat from Wang Xin.
Her light body rose and fell on top of him, the tight passage of her flower wrapping tightly around his heat, as if wanting to swallow him whole.
"Oh..."
The twisting song of the warbler echoed through the house.
A person made of water, with tenderness like water.
In the darkness, Tang Feng watched her blurry figure, his hands caressing her slender back.
He dared not be reckless again.
"Sister Xin..." he whispered into Wang Xin's ear.
The coquettish little woman lowered her head.
"Mmm... don't... don't call me Sister Xin... Call me... call me Xinxin, I like you calling me that... Mmm..." Wang Xin panted as she spoke.
"Xinxin, I like you," Tang Feng whispered.