In the room on the second floor, spring was endless.
Zhu Zhixuan was lying between Lin Fan's legs, her little mouth traveling ceaselessly over his Sky Pillar, her dexterous tongue lightly licking the sheer imposingness that was born from nature, while her breaths came in successive gasps.
Because at this moment, as she was attacking Lin Fan, between her legs, Cai Jing was curled up there, furiously assaulting her Garden with her tongue, a feeling of being simultaneously breached from above and below, sending Zhu Zhixuan into a frenzy, and she could only look plaintively at Lin Fan, propped up against the bedhead, not understanding how she could have come to do such a thing.
