Waiting for old age in a parasol tree, dying in pairs when comparing wings
Behind the thin curtain, the faint shadows of a man and a woman intertwined behind the curtain, sometimes overlapping, sometimes neck intertwined, sometimes making love, sometimes clouds and rain.
In the huge side hall, the sun shone through the thick window lattice, leaving behind deep and shallow mottled spots. It lingered for a long time, leaving only the man's heavy breathing and the woman's urgent and delicate breathing, ambiguously intertwining.
After that, Wen Xinya lay on the Red Wedding bed, feeling weak and feeble. She could still feel si yiyan's extreme charm and the soreness and numbness after his superb massage skills.
She had never known that si yiyan could come up with so many tricks for a simple full-body massage. Perhaps it was because her body had become more sensitive after she got pregnant. Hence, she was completely defeated during the whole process and lost all her energy.