The end of the world: The Goddess Catalogue, starting with sisters!

Under the manipulation of the mature and sophisticated Gao Lan, the area where Meng De had just been moistened was awakened to its former memory.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he squinted and looked out the window.
Even though it's the end of the world, the night view is still quite nice.

The night was as dark as ink, and the shadows of the trees outside the villa swayed in the wind, the shadows heavy, as if hiding countless unspoken emotions.

The room lights cast a dim, yellowish glow, casting long, thin, and blurry shadows of Meng De and Gao Lan as they busied themselves.

Their earlier embarrassment seemed to still linger in the air, intertwined with the deep darkness of the night.

The bushes in the courtyard rustled.

The occasional chirping of insects added to the tranquil atmosphere.

Inside the villa, the bright lights couldn't conceal the burgeoning ambiguity.

Gao Lan pressed close to Meng De, her red lips slightly upturned.
Her fingertips brushed lightly across his chest, like a shadow, quietly stirring his heartstrings.

The shadows of the trees outside the window sway gently.

A pair of unidentified birds outside the villa were also echoing each other.

It seemed as if they were also spying on the lively atmosphere inside.

Their calls mingled together.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes overlapping, sometimes staggered, like a tacit rhythm.
Occasionally, the voice would suddenly rise in pitch, with a slightly trembling ending.

Then it gradually subsided, turning into a few lazy murmurs, as if savoring the lingering aftertaste.
The night breeze rustled the leaves, while the birdsong grew even more tender.

Until finally, all was silent.
The birdsong that filled the sky had been reduced to a soft rustling among the leaves.

Like a low sigh after it's over
The morning sunlight was quite nice.

By seven or eight o'clock, the sky was already bright.

The sunlight is like the adulterous third party.

It slipped quietly through the gap in the curtains, casting a golden crack on the bed sheet.

When Gao Lan opened her eyes after the night, the sunlight was right between her and Meng De.

It divided their bodies in two—one half bathed in the morning light.

The other half, however, remains trapped in certain shadows.

At the same time, a golden line was cast on Gao Lan Guo Lu's shoulder.

She moved her body gently.

The sore muscles immediately protested strongly.

The muscles on the side of my thigh looked like they had been burned.

Every slight movement brought back the frenzied memories of Gao Lan from the previous night.
—My husband last night was like an insatiable wild beast!

A smile involuntarily crept onto Gao Lan's lips.

Although his waist looked as if it had been broken and then reattached.

Even at the base of my spine, there was a hidden, dull pain.

However, they got a great rest mentally.

A sense of pleasure filled her mind.

This was the experience she had been dreaming of during these days of the apocalypse!
In truth, I have to thank Jiayi and the others for giving me this opportunity.

Otherwise, Jiayi and the others would have joined in last night.

Why should I have to experience it all by myself?

Looking at her husband beside her, she saw that he was fast asleep.

My husband's eyelashes cast tiny shadows in the morning light, his usually furrowed brows relaxed, and there was even a hint of satisfaction on the corners of his mouth.

Gao Lan couldn't help but reach out and gently trace his outline with her fingertips, from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, and then to the lips that always fascinated her.

His breathing was even and deep, and one arm was still domineeringly across her waist, as if he wanted to assert his dominance even in his sleep.

Gao Lan turned her head to look at him.

The sunlight gilded his eyelashes and cast fine shadows on his cheeks.

The stubble on his chin was bluish-black, reminding her of how that stubble had left faint red marks on her neck and chest last night.

She reached out to touch him, but was afraid of waking him; her fingertips hovered in mid-air, like a hesitant butterfly.

"Have you seen enough?" Meng De suddenly asked, his voice hoarse from the early morning.

His eyes were still closed, but a knowing smile played on his lips.

With his telekinetic abilities, he had already seen what Gao Lan was doing.

Gao Lan recoiled as if electrocuted, only to have her hand grabbed by him.

His palms were warm and dry, and his thumb gently caressed the inside of her wrist—where he had tied it with a tie the night before, and there were still faint red marks.

"A vine?"

He opened his eyes, his gaze clearer than someone who had just woken up.

The sunlight had now fully climbed onto the bed, turning Mengde's eyes into a transparent amber color.

Gao Lan saw her own disheveled hair and flushed cheeks reflected in those eyes.

She suddenly remembered that he had been gazing at her in the same way last night.

He whispered sweet nothings in her ear that made her blush.

"Not rattan."

She answered softly, but felt a tightness in her throat.

Mengde's fingers were slowly moving up the inside of her arm, as if playing some kind of secret instrument.

The sunlight made her skin feel hot, and she couldn't tell if it was the sunlight or his touch.

The sheets were wrinkled like the surface of the sea after a storm, mixed with the smell of sweat, perfume, and their bodily fluids.

Mengde suddenly rolled over and pinned her down. The sunlight was blocked by his broad shoulders, and she was completely enveloped in his shadow.

"curtain."

Gao Lan protested, even though there were no buildings opposite this villa.

But this mature woman clearly hadn't fully accepted the situation, even with Meng De transformed into a beast.
Mengde chuckled softly.

His breath brushed against her ear.

"Now you know how to be shy?"

"I wonder who it was last night—"

Gao Lan covered his mouth.

But he took the opportunity to kiss her palm.

His snake tip drew circles on her lifeline.

It reminded her of what the snakehead had done the night before.

Memories flooded back like a tide
The sunlight grew increasingly intense.

Dye the entire room honey-colored.

At the boundary between light and shadow, their bodies once again...
Like two symbiotic plants, stretching out in the morning light.
缠绕
Finally, in full bloom
After a simple morning exercise.

Mengde also began to attend to his own affairs.

Just as he had conceived last night.

He shared his thoughts with Bikang Simei.

Yes, Bicon Simei has now become his "base strategist".

Their experience in managing the base always provided Mengde with excellent suggestions.

And this time is no exception.

"Honey, there's nothing wrong with your idea of ​​making this arrangement."

"But I'm afraid those people won't agree."

Jiayi leaned lazily against the sofa, a black short skirt clinging to her graceful curves.

The skirt barely covered her thighs, but then slipped up a bit, revealing a section of her fair and delicate skin.

Her legs were long and shapely, with smooth lines like a meticulously sculpted work of art. Her knees were slightly together, yet there was a hint of unintentional relaxation, as if silently proclaiming some kind of allure.

Her ankles were slender, her toes lightly touching the ground, and her toenails were painted with dark red nail polish, which shimmered under the light, like some kind of secret invitation.

The soft leather of the sofa dipped slightly beneath her, outlining the curve of her hips, and the hem of her skirt rose slightly with her movements, revealing glimpses of her skin. (End of Chapter)