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One night.
Song Cheng felt as if he were having a tryst with a goddess, the flesh he caressed with his hands and rubbed with his legs was smoother than silk, softer than tofu, more fragrant than flowers, and sweeter than honey.
He even felt a touch of sacrilege in the depths of his heart, but it instantly transformed into greater passion with which he threw himself fully into the embrace.
After a long while, he and the nymph-like woman held each other in a close embrace, settling down together.
Suddenly, he felt the vision before his eyes once again begin a "roller coaster-like" transformation, at moments extremely sharp, at others extremely blurred.
He decided to simply close his eyes.
This way, indeed, it was much better.
Soon, Song Cheng got up again.
"What are you looking for?" Miss An watched the young man who had become her lover.
Song Cheng said, "A piece of black cloth, I want to cover my eyes with it."