"Ah... I'm... I'm coming again!"
Inside the private dining room, Zhu Dan lay limply on Lin Fan, feeling the Iron Pestle expanding within her body. She could only cling tightly to his neck, letting him continue to lift her legs and attack relentlessly.
At this moment, the beautiful scene of the sunset over the West Mountain was mesmerizing, while watching the fiery clouds, Lin Fan rode on this fertile land and finally exhaled deeply, pouring all his descendants into Zhu Dan's body.
"If I were your wife, I'd probably be screwed to death!"
Holding onto Lin Fan's neck tightly, Zhu Dan couldn't help but complain. Since this morning, she had been screwed for the third time, and each time lasted so long. Even having a meal now became a torment.
"You're leaving for the Provincial City after just a day here, aren't I worried that you'll suffer from longing?"
Lin Fan pinched Zhu Dan's cheek.
