Inside the private chamber.
The two of them quickly bared their hearts and souls to one another.
Although they were long since so familiar that they could describe the texture of each other's skin with their eyes closed, that thrill born of primal bloodline instinct still left Shen Ping struggling to suppress his restlessness. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her voluptuous, slender waist, instantly feeling the heavy, oppressive pressure of watermelons.
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