The pitch-black night.
The school's Small Pine Forest.
Lin Fan stood there, looking at the dormitory building lit up in the distance.
And Feng Xiaoxiao, squatting on the ground, was wrapping her lips around the Iron Pestle, just like back then.
The only change was that she was more skilled now, her fragrant tongue constantly swirling around the Iron Pestle, making him extremely comfortable.
"How does it feel, any different?"
After a round of stroking, Feng Xiaoxiao spat out the Iron Pestle and looked up at Lin Fan with a mischievous grin.
"Of course, it hasn't changed, and you're even more skilled. Back then, without money to get a room, we could only be here. Now thinking about it, really wronged you, the great campus flower."
Lin Fan reached out to pull Feng Xiaoxiao up, let her hands rest on the pine tree, then lifted her skirt, pulled down the red lace panties, and pressed the Iron Pestle to directly breach the slippery Abyss.
