"Mmph—!"
Outside the train window, the towering high-rises and shadows of trees lining the tracks sped past.
Inside the cabin, Lin Shen was once again tasting the sweetness of Qin Yuenan's lips.
Now that she was past her previous inexperience, her technique, guided by Lin Shen, was gradually becoming more practiced.
Qin Yuenan's eyes were hazy. Her chest once again grew restless and unbearable, and her whole body unconsciously curled up, pressing closer into Lin Shen's embrace.
She seemed to be growing fond of the way Lin Shen smelled.
No, that wasn't right. It was more like she was deeply infatuated.
A fresh, clean scent of hay—pure and simple. It was a scent no woman could possibly dislike.
They say that as a couple exchanges saliva more often, their scents begin to merge, and even some of their habits start to align.
Qin Yuenan felt that she was in exactly this state right now—
