Yin Shixiu's ambiguous tone emerged, causing Su Xiaomeng's cheeks to burn even more intensely.
Such madness, such disregard for propriety, a breach of ethics...
With the sky as a quilt, the snowy ground as a bed... so cold, yet so passionate.
Even at this age, recalling that deep night three years ago, it feels as if that wasn't oneself.
But one has to admit, remembering those shameless nights, now they really want to experience it again.
Su Xiaomeng closed her eyes, his breath lingered as it brushed past her cheeks, her ears, occasionally nudging her nose.
Carefully feeling it...
Everything she knew about intimacy, he taught her.
Since the age of nineteen...
Now, four years have passed, and he has celebrated his thirty-fifth birthday.
He taught her that such matters were nothing to be ashamed of.
He taught her how to experience joy, how to give joy...
