Finally, Shen Fanyun's broad and sturdy chest was covered in Lin Meiqing's sticky, sweet-scented saliva. A beauty is like that; even her drool can effortlessly stir a man's desire.
The pale blue dress had already been tossed aside. Luckily, the country roads were deserted. If even a single passerby had appeared, Lin Meiqing would have been too ashamed to face anyone.
"I'm a bit hungry." Lin Meiqing let Shen Fanyun feel her tummy, which was flat and making gurgling sounds. She pouted like an eighteen-year-old girl, looking at him pitifully.
Shen Fanyun joked, "It was physical work, after all. It's normal to be hungry after so much exertion. Let's go get something to eat."
He gestured for Lin Meiqing to get dressed. When she turned to pick up her clothes, he took the opportunity to give her plump buttocks a firm slap.
A tremor ran through her. Plump but not heavy, without an ounce of excess flesh. Every part of her seemed flawless. She was truly a natural-born siren.
