He was breathing heavily, his voice hoarse.
Su Yan was about to respond,
"I... um."
She didn't even finish her sentence before swallowing it down with the rest.
The spring breeze lifted the tent, and ambiguity rose.
Clothes were taken off.
The two bodies entwined under the night sky.
Accompanied by increasingly suggestive sounds.
Clothes were scattered all over the ground.
The lamp flickered, casting circles of shadow.
It was midnight.
Feng Rong was sated and smiled, looking in a pretty good mood.
Entirely different from his earlier menacing demeanor.
Meanwhile, Su Yan wrapped herself in a blanket, both tired and hungry, with moist eyes and worn out.
At this moment, the voice of Xiao Hua sounded in her mind,
"Ding-dong, congratulations, Host, the third star has been lit."
Xiao Hua whispered,
"Host, you're amazing."
After speaking, Xiao Hua waited for a response from her Host.
It seemed her Host wasn't very happy.
