Both were novices, but it was obvious that Ji Sang was completely passive, her only experience of seeing how the pig runs was that time she watched... with Sister in the home theater.
But she was drunk at the time and had long forgotten the details.
Everything she faced now was mysterious and unknown.
Fu Yisi was like a patient guide leading the way.
Previously impatient, the man slowed down his pace once he actually lay on the bed.
The man's kisses became delicate yet coherent, ceaselessly leaving marks on Ji Sang's body. Now in the heat of summer, Ji Sang wore a spaghetti strap nightgown that barely reached her knees.
It was from the same series as the one she wore the first time she stayed overnight at the Fu Family's house and shared a bed with him.
The color was the same, but this version was even cooler.
Fu Yisi was obviously aware of this.
He lowered his head, bit off the strap of her nightgown with his teeth, and chuckled softly, his chest also trembling slightly.
