"Ah… yeah…"
"Mmh…"
With a husky yelp from the man, the woman also stopped her motion. Sweat trickled down her silky skin, dropping onto his chest.
"Hong Hong, you little succubus. You're sucking my bones dry."
The man had a sallow face and puffy eyes. He was panting heavily.
"You were the one wanting it every time. Don't blame me."
Du Hong[1] got off the man and carefully cleaned him with gentle hands. Her rosy, fair body sat at an angle on the bed, reminding one of a ripe, juicy peach.
"I just can't get enough of you. Oh my, I really should not come here this often. It's killing me."
The man struggled to sit up after a long rest, sighing while getting dressed.
"Why, I was going to make you some stewed soup tonight. Since you're on a 'diet', I guess I'll just have it all for myself." Pouting, Du Hong feigned an angry face. Despite her thirty years of age, the expression did not look off on her at all. Instead, it strangely worked well with her features.
