Ye Lianqin's delicate singing voice spiked abruptly, her entire spine suddenly arching into a breathtaking curve as countless streams of scalding magma surged out from that Water-Curtain Cave, completely drenching Bai Qinchen's baguette.
Following this violent eruption, her body, which had been tensed to the absolute extreme, suddenly softened, sinking powerlessly into the chaotic brocade quilt.
She breathed in rapid gasps, her lips parted slightly, carrying a daze that felt like she did not know where she was, and murmured in a voice as thin as a mosquito's, "Mom, it really feels so good..."
This murmur fell into Sula's ears, sounding sweeter than any celestial music in this world.
"Qinchen..."
Sula let out a low moan, no longer able to hold back, and pounced toward Bai Qinchen like a madwoman.
Her soft, boneless, lotus-root-like arms wrapped tightly around Bai Qinchen's neck, her plump, rosy lips carrying a resolute yearning as she kissed him fiercely.
Bai Qinchen immersed himself in Sula's infatuated, frantic kiss while comfortably observing Ye Lianqin's Water-Curtain Cave, whose aftershocks had yet to fade.
That instinctive contraction generated by extreme pleasure was wrapping densely around his baguette layer after layer, causing him to take a deep breath.
I do not know how long had passed, but the limp figure of Ye Lianqin on the couch moved slightly.
"Mom..."
Sula breathed lightly as she withdrew from Bai Qinchen's lips, drawing out a crystalline silver thread.
She pulled herself together with some effort, her flushed face turning slowly toward her daughter to ask, "Qin'er... what is it?"
Ye Lianqin tilted her head slightly; because her vision was blocked, she could only rely on instinct, speaking softly toward the direction of Sula's voice.
She pursed her somewhat swollen and red lips, her voice extremely small as she said, "Mom, I felt