Unaware, Meng Feier's hand ceased stroking and instead lay soft and boneless behind Li Fei's neck. Their eyes met, brimming with emotion, and autumn waters seemed to overflow.
A burning passion mingled with tenderness, their gazes shared the affection of lovers that rippled out swiftly. The distance between their lips slowly closed, silent and imperceptible. Twenty centimeters, ten centimeters, five centimeters... finally culminating in negative three centimeters...
This time, they stayed in the bathroom for over three hours... When Meng Feier emerged again, her body was soft and limp, with traces of lingering sweet sweat visible on her forehead, her starry eyes drunken as if she had imbibed too much.
