The room was dimly lit, filled with a sweet fragrance that made the air seem viscous.
Bai Ran lay quietly on her back, a pillow propped beneath her hips.
The buttons on her nightshirt were undone, leaving it to hang open and reveal the two enticing mounds of her chest.
The two crimson points were like winter plums blooming proudly in the snow, a captivating sight.
Her thin silk pajama bottoms had been tossed carelessly onto the floor beside the bed, creating a certain artistic, aesthetic disarray.
She stared blankly at the brightening sky outside the window, the back of her hand resting on her forehead as she let the burly Huang Qianggang fumble awkwardly between her legs.
"Are you in yet? Can you just hurry up?"
Spurred on by Bai Ran's urging, Huang Qianggang grew anxious. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he frantically tried to readjust his angle.
"Almost, almost! I'm about to go in!"
Finally, he found the right spot, gritted his teeth, and plunged forward!
