55.Forevision

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The bright moon hung high in the sky.

During the day, the fierce sun's white threads of light faded, as if they were ink diluted by water flowing across the sky.

Blind Song glanced at the sky before entering Miss An's room.

Since having three women, Song Cheng essentially alternated monthly, spending odd-numbered days with Madam Tong and even-numbered with Miss An and Ying, depending on the arrangements of Miss An.

As for whether the three women or two of them ever teamed up against him, he had no say, nor had it happened.

When visiting Miss An, if she was too tired, Ying would step in, otherwise Miss An handled it herself.

Tonight was such a night.

Inside, Miss An was incomparably delicate and beautiful.

Song Cheng approached.

In a moment...

...they were intertwined.

The bedding turned over.

The cold and frost-like icy body resembled a delicate work of art mixed with mundane desire, captivating one's heart.