(All kinds of support, please!)
(All kinds of support, please!)
The two of them floated in midair for who knew how long. Time seemed to have passed in a mere instant, yet also as though ten years, a hundred years had gone by. They could only feel their magic power continuously mingling and merging with each other's, gradually forming an unimaginably powerful torrent that swirled and blended inside them, no longer distinguishing between his and hers.
At last, the black and white light surrounding their bodies gradually blended together, first turning gray, then slowly fading, until it became transparent nothingness.
The red light surrounding them also gradually faded, and they slowly descended from the air.
"Mm." They opened their eyes almost simultaneously and looked at each other. Their lips parted, then they suddenly exchanged a smile, a strange feeling welling up in both their hearts.
"Senior sister."
"Call me Hong."
"I like calling you senior sister."
"Mm."
"Ah!" Zhang Hong suddenly flushed and cried out in a soft, sweet voice. Li Xiaoya was still inside her, and when he suddenly began to move, she could not help crying out.
At once, a living erotic tableau of churning clouds and pouring rain unfolded in the sealed chamber.
Who knew how much time passed before Li Xiaoya and Zhang Hong finally stopped and lay in each other's arms.
"Huh?" Zhang Hong felt around beside her and suddenly realized how filthy the floor was. She raised her hand and saw that it was covered in dust, letting out a soft cry. Then she noticed that Li Xiaoya's back was covered in dust too, and exclaimed, "How long were we floating up there? Why is there so much dust? Ah!" Suddenly feeling sticky all over, she cried out again. Their bout of churning clouds