More than two hours passed.
Kafka and Silver Wolf lay on the sofa in disarray, their shirts unbuttoned and tank tops pulled up to reveal soft, snow-white skin, breathing slightly as if they were exhausted.
Sensing their bodies, which had indeed grown much stronger, their emotions were unusually complicated.
Only then did Li Qiuzhi finish his warm-up, resting Silver Wolf's fair and soft legs on his shoulders as he continued to cuddle close to her.
After a moment, feeling slightly tired from standing, he took Silver Wolf's hand, pulled her up to hold her in his arms, and then lay down in Kafka's embrace, letting her hold him.
Silver Wolf supported Li Qiuzhi's shoulders, kneeling astride him as her snow-white, soft thighs and calves pressed together up and down.
A look of disgust appeared on her face, but when her gaze accidentally met Kafka's behind her, she bit her lip and lowered her head slightly without making a single sound.
It was as if she felt a trace of humiliation.
Li Qiuzhi rested his head on Kafka's soft body, letting her cup the side of her chest to massage him while he admired Silver Wolf's humiliated expression, inexplicably feeling a bit excited.
A dozen minutes later, Silver Wolf suddenly gripped Li Qiuzhi's shoulders tightly, bit her lip hard, and then her entire body went limp as she collapsed onto Li Qiuzhi.
Seeing this, Li Qiuzhi gently stroked Silver Wolf's back and buttocks, kissed her cheeks for a moment, and then scooped her up to roll over, making her lie in Kafka's arms.
Li Qiuzhi then lifted Kafka's soft legs-her purple-red tights half-slipped off-and cuddled with her once again.
Just like that, time unconsciously reached the evening, and once things quieted down a little, Li Qiuzhi brought the two of them