Boarding the Starship Again

Love between a man and a woman was only natural. Once feelings had taken root, why worry about anything else?

Fan Lang walked over and drew Meng Feihong into his arms. Their bodies pressed close together, and all he felt was endless softness. Especially where his hands landed—it was enough to intoxicate the soul.

It was the first time they had been so intimate, and also the first time they had looked at each other from such close range. Their eyes met, brimming with affection, each reflecting the other's face and figure.

"A graceful lady is sought by every gentleman. How could I not be moved by a peerless beauty like you? Between people, it all comes down to fate. Since you and I are fated, why not let it blossom and bear fruit, until we become lifelong companions?"

Fan Lang spoke sweet words, both deeply affectionate and earnest.

"Ah, my heart has already fallen into your hands. How could I possibly escape? A woman must have someone to rely on eventually. I'll entrust the rest of my life to you." Meng Feihong's gaze was hazy, her body hot and soft, as if she were about to melt away, stirring the blood.

Fan Lang said a few more saccharine words. Some were sincere, while some were embellished. Women liked such sugar-coated cannonballs.

Their feelings surged, and love blossomed.

Fan Lang gave himself over to the moment, led along by his emotions. He lowered his head and kissed her, sealing their feelings with that kiss.

Meng Feihong had a pair of lovely red lips, exceptionally alluring. He indulged in them freely, and their taste did not disappoint. As their lips and teeth met, it was as sweet as drinking heavenly nectar.

This was only the beginning of the storm.

What followed