"What are you talking about?" Qin Fen was startled.
Song Yueqin recounted what had happened inside the house to Qin Fen, then burst into tears and threw herself into his arms, "I can't be without you. You've deflowered me, you're my man."
"Don't cry," he hugged Song Yueqin tightly, "You can rest assured, the bride price will definitely be paid. You're my woman, and I'm going to make it official!"
"You're so kind." As Song Yueqin said this, she hooked her arms around Qin Fen's neck and brought her lips up to his.
Qin Fen bent down, gripped her lips firmly with his own, and his hands took the chance to reach into Song Yueqin's clothes.
"Mm... Uh..." Song Yueqin deliberately made those seductive sounds, driving Qin Fen wild with excitement.
Her hands were not idle either; they conveniently unfastened Qin Fen's belt and slipped inside.