These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Jiang Ying looked at him with misty, watery eyes, her face so beautiful, like a flower after being thoroughly cleansed by wind and rain.

She turned to the side and hugged the boy tightly.

Her full breasts were already covered with signs of ravages.

"Are you very sad...?"

Wei Tu asked softly, because he saw tears welling up in Jiang Ying's eyes.

The two bodies were pressed together so close together, with no obstruction between them.

The blanket had fallen off the bed, as if it were completely unnecessary at this moment.

Two pairs of legs were crossed, the girl's fair, long legs exposed to the boy's...

Their posture was already incredibly intimate.

But the girl shook her head.

"I'm not sad..."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because...I'm very happy...I'm really happy..."

The girl raised her head, her tear-streaked face a picture of pitiful beauty.

Wei Tu could feel her joy, her heartfelt happiness.

He gently cupped her cheeks.

"Senior sister, do you feel happy now?"

Jiang Ying looked at him and nodded.

The boy smiled and said, "It's not enough yet. It's far from the time to feel happy, because... all happiness is yet to come. This is just an early reward."

"award?"

Wei Tu nodded, and then...

"Snapped……"

Her snow-white buttocks trembled slightly.

"Lie down, Senior Sister, I'll reward you even more!" PS: This chapter was written very slowly, not because I was watching a ghost story at the same time, but because I had to think about a lot of things, such as how to make it not just a formality, but with a deeper meaning, um... umm umm umm umm, that's it!

112 The story should end with flowers blooming.

"Huh...why can't I see it?"

A young woman dressed in a jade-like garment stood beside a pool of water whose appearance could be glimpsed through the moonlight that illuminated the human world.

The osmanthus tree behind him shone brightly.

She looked at the lake with a hint of eagerness, her innocent and carefree face slightly furrowed.

Her skin radiated a holy glow, as translucent and crystalline as moonlight.

The scene that appeared in the pool of water in front of him was a tightly closed window, with moonlight only able to shine outside, as if not a single ray could penetrate inside.

"Can't you see... it's locked up so tightly..."

The young woman muttered softly, seemingly unable to satisfy her curiosity at all.

She could only stretch out her hand towards the lake.

The lake surface rippled slightly, and the scene inside kept zooming in, as if the window was getting closer and closer.

Although she still couldn't penetrate the paper, she could already see the image appearing on the window paper. Although she still couldn't see it clearly, the shadows gradually became clearer under the flickering candlelight—the two unusual figures and their unusual postures…

It was like dancing in candlelight.

However, it is not so beautiful; on the contrary, it also contains a wild and untamed energy.

Those entanglements were so intense that they made one blush; one could almost imagine their fierceness even from a great distance and across barriers.

It was like the battle between warriors on the battlefield... no, it was a contest between two generals.

It was only temporary; one side was completely suppressed, resulting in a situation where the other side firmly held the dominant position.

The collision didn't produce sparks, but it did produce a shower of sweat.

The woman by the lake stared wide-eyed. "Wow, amazing...that's incredible...but...is this position even possible...? So you don't have to stand...? Or is it just lying down?"

She thought for a moment, "If only I could hear the sounds..."

So she squatted down by the lake.

Get closer to the lake surface.

Her face immediately flushed red.

She didn't actually know those strange words accurately...

Such as something dying...

Such as what came...

What exactly do contradictory phrases like "faster" and "lighter" mean? Why say them? And why do they sound so alluring, ambiguous, and tender when spoken?

However, the woman would automatically blush upon hearing this, as if it were an instinctive reaction, as if certain images and atmospheres had transcended the distance of time and space and instantly reached her heart.

These things are not so easy to resist, and it seems there is no intention to resist them.

The desire to learn more fueled curiosity, resulting in an effect that almost doubled.

The young woman's legs trembled slightly, and she was about to kneel down by the lake.

And in that scene, there were rippling water waves.

Something seems to have changed again.

She hadn't completely calmed down those hot, anxious emotions yet.

In the picture, you can see the shadow illuminated by the firelight.

Suddenly, a taller figure stood up and picked up the slender figure, who was as thin as a horse.

Her legs seemed to be wrapped around his waist.

then……

"What...what is this? I've never seen anything like it before! I've never seen anything like it before!"

The woman couldn't help but cover her red lips, her delicate, beautiful face almost entirely covered in a soft pinkish-red hue.

She thought it was all over.

But this night seemed unusually restless; in the absence of sunlight, both sin and desire flourished so vigorously.

It seemed to erupt uncontrollably in the depths of his eyes.

It was as if the wind and rain, which had been about to subside, had stirred up again, even more violently than before.

She didn't know if this was normal, and she had no experience with it, but seeing this scene, she couldn't help but be curious.

"Is this kind of thing... really that addictive...? Why... can't I stop?"

The bright moonlight made it appear so sacred.

But at this moment, an unusual light shone in the woman's eyes.

And finally, on the messy bed, in the room that smelled of the place, some things came to an end.

Like the calming of a storm, a ship finally came to a stop in the harbor.

Sweat covered the entire bed, and it seemed to have soaked other things as well, but none of that mattered now.

As they lay down on the bed, the boy gently stroked them with his hand.

Just like a warm spring breeze sweeping across the land, the withered flowers in the vase bloomed again, and the bed sheets became clean and tidy.

The moment she lay down like that, she felt incredibly comfortable. At least the girl, who was so exhausted that she couldn't even lift her legs and almost had a leg cramp, couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Wei Tu held the girl's smooth and warm body in his arms.

Gently wiped the sweat from her cheeks and chest.

There was really no more teasing involved; it was pure tenderness.

He looked at the woman whose tears were still visible.

She asked softly, "Is Senior Sister alright?"

Jiang Ying would not refuse, so no matter what kind of request Wei Tu made, no matter how excessive or difficult it seemed, she would not refuse.

They would not resist.

They always seem to stubbornly cooperate, trying their best to meet the other party's requirements, even disregarding their own feelings, just to make the other party feel satisfied and comfortable.

It was as if all of this wasn't for their own sake, but rather, on such an important night, it was simply to make the other person happy.

Wei Tu could certainly sense it.

He didn't choose to waste the girl's good intentions out of pity, but instead completely satisfied her in another way, letting her truly experience that happiness can have shape, appearance, and... definite posture.

The girl was breathing softly.

"It's...it's okay..."

Wei Tu chuckled and pulled the girl into his arms.

Listening to Wei Tu's heartbeat, Jiang Ying raised her head, trying hard not to show any signs of fatigue.

"Do you still want more...?"

Wei Tu shook his head.

"It's already very good, what do you think, senior sister?"

"I...I think so too..."

Jiang Ying muttered softly, shyly wanting to be an ostrich, and the boy was her little sand dune.