I was the one who was causing the collapse of the iron.

"Yes, I have defiled this sanctity and solemnity, so please punish me."

"Okay, then you take the initiative to feed me."

A nasty smile that Abonya was very familiar with appeared on Xu Nuo's face, and then the man lay comfortably on the woman's thighs without any other movement.

Aponiya stood there in a daze, with a bewildered expression on his face, looking totally at a loss as to what to do.

Feeling the soft touch on the back of his head, Xu Nuo, who was lying there, couldn't help but let out a sigh, because the scene before his eyes was simply a stunning sight.

"Why, you can't even do something so simple?"

"No, I just...have never done anything like this before, and I don't know how to start."

If it were any other woman, she might be too embarrassed to say anything at this moment, but Abonya didn't know whether she should be said to have a strong mentality or a thick nerve, as she was able to maintain a relatively calm demeanor in this situation.

"Let me teach you. Hold your hands up first. Yes, that's it. Make sure both sides are aligned. Then bend down."

"Okay... okay."

Abonia was a little clumsy and did what the man told him, then took the initiative to bend down and block the man's mouth.

His body was trembling slightly, and the unprecedented wonderful feeling made Abonya feel a little dazed.

Not long after, the woman fell on the man, and she didn't even have the strength to straighten her back.

"Isn't this okay?"

"Sorry... that's rude."

Seeing the half-smile on the man's face, Abonya sat up straight again.

"Do you still need me to teach you what to do next?"

"No need, I know a little bit about this."

Aponia took a deep breath, then moved his gaze towards a conspicuous place, and after confirming the target, he quickly moved away.

The nun's uniform on her body could no longer cover her body, and the loose clothing was easy to unbutton. After taking it off and folding it neatly aside, Abonya knelt in front of Xu Nuo with a pious look on her face.

This was the posture of devout prayer in the past, but now, the target of prayer has changed from the statue to the man in front of her.

God, please forgive me...

Although it was too late to pray, Abonya still lamented in her heart. Then the woman cupped her hands, faced the man sitting in front of her in a cross-legged position, and leaned down again.