【After a Thousand Sails Passing: Autumn Leaves】(01-09) Author: snow_xefd

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(I)

Not far behind the Snow Corridor lies the border with the Black Street. A vast maple forest, beautiful in scenery, is
deserted . People from the Black Street dare not cross the line because it is close to the Snow Corridor, while outsiders
avoid it because it is close to the Black Street.

Occasionally, some naive young couples would come here for a tryst, but since a man appeared,
they have all disappeared. Even the most ignorant person can smell the blood on that man; his murderous aura is
unmistakable. Although the man simply stands there calmly, he frightens away all the couples who come here for a tryst.

In the hidden, blood-red forest, there is only one lonely figure...

(II)

The fat man sat naked on the edge of the bed, his restless eyes glancing anxiously out the window from time to time, only slightly reassured when he
saw tall figures moving around. The blonde beauty kneeling beneath him tried every
technique , but the penis in her mouth remained limp and drooping.

"You foreign bitch, do you even know how to serve a man? Damn it!" The man's panic turned to rage, directed
at the woman before him. He grabbed her swaying, plump breasts and pinched her nipples hard, causing a trickle of
white fluid to seep out, staining his hand.

The woman spat out the penis, looking at the man with some displeasure: "Lei, what's wrong with you? Who's
coming?"

"Suck properly, what are you asking?" He grabbed the woman's chin, pulling her hair
and shoving his penis back in.

But he couldn't concentrate on the woman beneath him. Frost was indeed still in
Alaska , but White Pine was back… He should have expected it. White Pine would disappear every autumn,
and less than a week into autumn, his squandering of the gang's wealth had been exposed.

Two days ago, Leng Feng was refused when he asked Xue Lang for help, which made him happy for a while. With the power of the Leng family and
his familiarity with them, escaping wouldn't be difficult. But then Bai Song came back... This guy is always so elusive
. After the young lady Leng Xingya, who promised to protect him, sent these thugs, she stopped caring about him. The more he thought about it, the
angrier he became. His blood rushed, and his penis actually stood erect, making the woman cough.

Since he couldn't save his life anyway, he might as well grit his teeth and enjoy himself. Thinking this, he pulled out his penis, grabbed
the woman's nipple, and dragged her onto the bed, shouting, "It's all because of you, you bitch! The young lady gave you to
me, and then she persuaded me to do things that could cost me my life. In the end, it's all because of you!"

"This... how can you blame me... ah..." Before the woman could finish speaking,
the penis that had been forcefully thrust into her body pushed back in. The pile-like fullness made the woman speechless, leaving only uncontrollable moans.

Unfortunately, the man on top had no intention of pleasing her. He pulled out just as she was getting into the mood,
spurting out a pool of vaginal fluid with a splash.

"No...no...I want more...please...please..." The woman felt an intense emptiness inside her and
couldn't help but plead.

"Want it? I won't give it to you." The man stepped onto the woman's chest and sat down, his heavy body pressing down on her, making it hard for
her to breathe.

He pushed her large breasts together, using her cleavage to clamp his penis, rubbing it up and down
while playing with her nipples. The woman's muscles gradually tensed, the blush on her chest became more pronounced, her breathing
became heavy and rapid, and her nipples hardened under the man's skilled fingers, with a little milk seeping from the tips. The man
dipped his fingers in the seeping milk and, even more excited, pinched the base of her breasts, squeezing inwards. The white, soft
flesh enveloped his purplish-red penis, with only the umbrella-shaped glans peeking out at the top of the cleavage.

The man was breathing heavily, on the verge of climax, when suddenly, the woman, who had been looking dazed, sharpened
her gaze , shoved him aside, and darted to the windowsill. Her hand, seemingly out of nowhere, had pulled out
the pistol the man had hidden under his pillow, and she stared outside with a fierce look. Caught off guard, the man
's penis twitched a few times, ejaculating in an arc before landing back on his body.
He immediately understood, and scrambled under the bed. The figures that had been pacing outside the window had
vanished …

"Bang bang bang…" A series of gunshots rang out from around the corner outside, then silence returned. The woman
spread her legs, bracing herself against the window frame, and flipped upwards, stopping against the upper part of the window.
A trail of vaginal fluid comically dribbled from her parted thighs, a silvery thread hanging down.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and the huge pane of glass shattered. The woman pushed off the wall with both feet, flipped in
mid-air , and landed in a half-crouch position, her gun already aimed at the window. Any dark figure appearing
within the window's field of vision would become her target. But there was no one in sight.

A chill ran down her spine; the woman's head was now pointed at by a gun barrel. A faint voice came from behind her,
"Shooting through a door and then through a window is much easier than shooting through a door, isn't it?"

The woman didn't reply, her body leaning forward, one leg already kicking out behind her, completely unconcerned about
the exposed cleavage between her wide-open legs. This fluid movement was the best response, avoiding
a fatal blow countering the gun in her opponent's hand. She was confident in her estimated position; this kick would surely disarm
the attacker.

But she miscalculated again. Her kick didn't strike the attacker's elbow as she expected, but instead struck
the hard door. The door shattered with a crash, and a man in a golden overcoat strolled leisurely
out , his free hand gripping the woman's ankle tightly.

The woman struggled desperately, her restrained leg thrusting downwards, her other foot aimed straight for the man's temple. Just
as her legs parted in the force, the man's leather shoe slammed into her groin, inflicting a severe
blow. Her leg, which had been thrusting, went limp halfway down, cold sweat instantly beading on her forehead, and the gun in her hand flew
from her grasp. She clutched her wound tightly, her body curled up like a boiled shrimp.

The man under the bed clutched his head tightly. He knew the Grim Reaper of the Leng family had found him. Bai Song was a killing machine who only
knew how to obey Leng Shuang; even if the woman Xiao Ya sent was incredibly skilled, she couldn't stop him from completing
the task Leng Shuang had assigned him. Lost in thought, two gunshots rang out, and then the bed was kicked open, revealing a naked, trembling figure.
The man. The woman beside him stared wide-eyed, her hands tightly covering her genitals,
two large bloody holes gushing from her breasts.

"Song... Brother Song... please let me go... all of this... was... Leng Xingya's doing..."

Bai Song squatted in front of him, looking at him coldly, shoving the barrel of the gun he had just taken from the woman into his
mouth, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to kill you either. In fact, I don't want to kill anyone. But anyone that
Brother Shuang wants to kill must die."

The deep night swallowed the suburban mansion, and several owls had already landed near the corpses lying
haphazardly . A gunshot rang out, piercing the night, and the owls took flight and disappeared into the night sky...

(III)

Every autumn, Bai Song would come to the maple forest behind the Snow Corridor. During these three months, he would only
sit alone in this maple forest, seemingly wanting the bloodstains on his hands to dissolve into the fluttering red leaves. Unbeknownst to him,
this was already his third year here. When he first arrived, closing his eyes meant endless darkness. Now, closing his eyes
only revealed a dazzling red, a blood-red hue.

Of the three months of the year, only these three truly belonged to him, yet he didn't know how to spend them. He occasionally
saw some clueless couples, who would slink away after sensing the intense murderous aura emanating from him.

But today, something strange happened. A girl in a high school uniform
appeared in the maple forest, walking around with a maple leaf in her hand, her eyes closed. Then, with a look of excitement, she
tossed the leaf into the air and ran far ahead, as if afraid to see where it landed.

Inevitably, she saw Bai Song. She frowned and scrutinized him for a while, her nose wrinkling into cute
little lines. Then, she walked over excitedly, sat down, grabbed his sleeve, and asked curiously, "You
're an assassin, aren't you?" Ignoring Bai Song's reaction, she continued, "No, that shouldn't be the case."

Bai Song's curiosity was piqued, and he asked with a smile, "Why shouldn't it be? Have you seen many assassins?"

The girl innocently counted on her fingers, "Of course I've seen many. Just
among Chinese people like you, I've seen many famous assassins, like Zhuang Shaoze, Ye Piaoling, Feng Wuying, even
that Han Xiaotian who has already retired. Except for the assassins trusted by big gang leaders, I've probably
seen them all."

"Ye Piaoling?" Bai Song suddenly laughed. "Little girl, who is Jian Yulong to you?"

The girl's face immediately showed a wary expression, and she asked, "Who is Jian Yulong? I don't know him."

Bai Song narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to her, suddenly pinching her pink lips with his hand, and said, "Before Piaoling disappeared,
he worked as a high-ranking bodyguard for the Jian family out of personal connections, and only then would a little girl like you have the possibility of knowing his true
identity ."

"I... I don't have the surname Jian, my name is Qiu Yezi, and I have nothing to do with that old man."

"Now I'll answer your first question, I'm an assassin." Bai Song smiled meaningfully, "So I
have no reason not to know that daughters of the Jian family are not allowed to take their father's surname. Strange girl named Ye Zi, your sister should
be dating Leng Feng, right? His name is Dong Xue, isn't it?"

The girl pouted and didn't speak.

Bai Song, feeling a surge of teasing interest and a desire to talk to her more, asked, "So, it's your turn
to answer me. What did you mean by 'shouldn't'?"

The girl gave him another rather unladylike once-over, saying, "You give off the vibe of
what people usually think of as an assassin, with a very obvious murderous aura, as if you'd kill someone or two at any moment. But the top assassins I
've ever seen walk down the street like ordinary people you'd forget immediately. At first
, I didn't believe they were assassins, but now, I'm starting to doubt you people who don't know how to hide your true colors. If you're
going to be assassins like this, you'll easily end up in jail, won't you?"

Her words were unrestrained. If it weren't for the Jian family's immense influence in the underworld, this girl probably wouldn't have lived long.
Bai Song thought to himself that he wouldn't have much peace and quiet here today, so he decided to leave.

Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, Qiu Ye Zi grabbed his sleeve. She deliberately put on a pitiful
expression and said, "Please don't go, okay? I'm so bored by myself. Talk to me."

Even Bai Song himself was surprised that he stayed.

Qiu Ye Zi said enthusiastically, "Let me formally introduce myself first, okay? My name is Qiu Ye Zi, 'Ye' as in night
, and 'Zi' as in 'a riot of colors,' but my friends all like to call me 'Ye Zi

,' the 'leaf' in 'tree leaf.'" "Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble hanging out with someone from the underworld like this?" Bai Song frowned. Wasn't this a bit too
naive? In fact, this girl was enough to embolden some men.

A hint of sadness flashed across Qiu Ye Zi's face, but she immediately smiled again, saying, "It's alright . Getting into trouble
is much better than keeping it all to myself. Besides, you have quite a personality. If you rape me, I'll get my dad
to force you to marry me. Okay, hurry up, you haven't introduced yourself yet."

Bai Song smiled helplessly, "My name is Bai Song."

Qiu Ye Zi looked expectantly at his lips, but nothing came out.

"It's over?"

"It's over."

"This is truly my doom... My older sister is in a relationship and doesn't care about me, my classmates don't dare mess with the gangster boss's
daughter, and the person I finally found to talk to is a blockhead. I'm so miserable!" She sat
on a pile of leaves, screaming at the sky in a completely unrecognizable way, "God, can you send an angel to chat with me?" "

I never associate with parasitic rich girls. If you can tell me who I really am, I might
consider chatting with you here this autumn." Bai Song said enthusiastically, although he was a little surprised
that he would say such a thing. Maybe... he had been lonely for too long.

"Hmph, I'll go back and check right now, ask my brother, I guarantee I'll even find out how old you were when you wet the bed!"

If she knew his identity and could still keep him company without any reservations, he wouldn't mind having such a
friend. Anyway, in this maple forest, everything is private.

She sighed, stood up, but unexpectedly her legs went numb, and her delicate body slumped weakly into Bai Song's arms. With her soft
, fragrant body in his arms, Bai Song suddenly felt a playful urge. He cupped her cheek and gave her a light, fleeting kiss on the lips
.

She jumped up as if electrocuted. But sitting cross-legged meant the numbness in her legs wouldn't
go away . She glanced at the hard tree trunk and the exposed earth where leaves had scattered after she stood up, then pouted and fell back into the water.
She snuggled into Bai Song's arms: "You lecher! You're not some assassin, you're a pervert!"

Bai Song chuckled and shrugged, silently lifting her school skirt and rubbing her calf. Soothed by the
gentle touch, she glared at him, stood up, stomped her foot to make sure it was alright, and smiled as
she looked at him with her large, narrowed eyes. To his puzzled expression, she kicked him hard, not noticing
the pink underwear peeking out from under her raised leg.

Bai Song tapped the sole of her shoe with a finger, smiling as he pointed at her exposed vulva. This time,
blushing scurried away…

(IV)

"You despicable man, go to hell! I'll find out all your dirty secrets and make you want to crawl into a hole. Go to hell!

I hate you!" Unfortunately, the last sentence coincided with the phone call being answered. The man on the other end innocently said: "
Little sister, I don't remember doing anything to offend you, do I? Why are you greeting me so warmly right away?" Qiu

Yezi stuck out her tongue, propped the phone up on her shoulder, and made a doll-like shape with her hands, vaguely resembling a man's
outline . She said to her second brother, "Second brother, I want you to ask about someone."

"Little sister," she replied, "even though your older brother is in charge of the intelligence agency, it doesn't mean I can memorize everyone's
resume. My name is Jian Teng, not Jian Benteng."

"Ugh, so frivolous. You should know this person, right? If you don't, I don't know who to ask
. He said his name is Bai Song. He looks like he's asking for a beating."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line, as if she were thinking: "From what I remember, he seems to be the
killing . I don't know the details, I have to check. I'll probably have to tell you another day."

"Another day?" She pouted, pouting, and complained, "
Can't you just tell me everything you know? I really want to know about him."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a voice that was seven parts mischievous and tinged with tears: "Waaaaah, Dad
kept telling you to find ordinary people and live ordinary lives, and not to get involved in the underworld. But
Xue'er is dating the second son of the Leng family, and you're going after a hitman. Does this mean our family photos
will just be made up of cut-and-paste wanted posters from now on? Little sister, you can't..."

Qiu Yezi held the phone out of reach, hesitated for a few seconds, sighed, and hung up. Having a brother like this, she
didn't know if it was lucky or unlucky. Right, Leng Shuang's brother is dating his sister, why not just ask her? She slapped
her forehead. Then she picked up the phone again.

In her office across the ocean, Jian Teng solemnly instructed her subordinates, "I'm giving you twenty-four
hours By this time tomorrow, I want to see all the reports about Bai Song."

Watching her subordinates file away, Jian Teng rested her chin on her
hand …

(V)

"Bai Song, because of Leng Shuang's life-saving grace, is completely obedient to her. No one knows her past; she's a very
mysterious person… Don't laugh, you're annoying! I finally managed to find out all this." Before she could finish reciting what her sister had said
last night , Bai Song was already doubled over laughing under the tree. She ran over and sat down, giving her a flurry of playful punches.
"What are you laughing at?"

"You call this kind of thing 'information'?" Bai Song finished laughing and looked at her. "Qiu Ye Zi,
your mother Qiu Lian Hong, is Jian Yu Long's third mistress, but she's not very favored. Your closest relative is your second brother
, Jian Teng. You must have asked him about me yesterday. But unfortunately, you don't seem to have found anything, otherwise
you wouldn't be telling me all this so seriously, something that's obviously what Dong Xue told you."

"Fine, I surrender. If you don't want to talk, that's fine. Anyway, I know your name is Bai Song, you won't harm me, and you're
a little pervert, that's enough."

Bai Song looked her up and down and suddenly said, "You really don't look like it. Why?"

"Don't look like what?" She didn't understand what this nonsensical question meant.

"You don't seem like a lonely person. You shouldn't be lonely, just like you think I shouldn't be an assassin."

"Lonely?" She stood up. "If loneliness is about not finding someone to keep you company in this huge city
, then I'm very lonely." She finished speaking, turned back and smiled. "But I don't care.
Once , I won't be lonely anymore." She smiled and began to carefully search for fallen leaves on the ground.

"What are you looking for?" Bai Song couldn't help but ask curiously. "Is this your way of finding happiness?" "Yes, my mother said that if you throw a maple leaf with your name on it into the fallen leaves and find it

in autumn , you'll find happiness." "I'll help you." Bai Song stood up and walked over. "No...no...I don't want to..." she protested, drawing out her words. "I won't find happiness with you. You're my nemesis." Bai Song's expression darkened, and he grinned. "You're right. You won't find ." Her face was full of confusion, not understanding why he suddenly seemed like a different person. She sat back down under the tree and sullenly smoked. He wanted to ask something, but opened his mouth and said nothing. (VI) It was a small town, and in an old house, a brother and sister depended on each other for survival. In four months, the sister would be married to the Jiang family in the neighboring county. The sister was unwilling, but had no choice. Today was the engagement day, and the sister had been crying ever since everything was over. The brother comforted her helplessly until she fell asleep in front of him. Such a beautiful woman was going to be the wife of that mentally challenged fool... He wiped away the tears left on his sister's face, but his hands were obsessed with the soft touch, and his fingers unconsciously slipped into the buttons of her snow-white neck. He breathed heavily, looking at the beautiful and pitiful sleeping face beside him, and could no longer help but lower his head and kiss the person he wanted to love but could never muster the courage to do so. Just as he was lost in the kiss, he met his sister's open, bright eyes. He was startled, withdrew his hands, and tried to get up. Then, his sister, the woman he had always silently loved, stretched out her snow-white arm and hooked it around his raised head. This time, she kissed him first. "Brother, I love you." Her soft whisper was like a magical spell, instantly reigniting his recently cooled passion. He stared blankly as his sister unbuttoned her bodice, revealing a delicate, snow-white skin completely different from the red triangle left on her neck by the sun. Her peach-colored bodice slipped down as the straps loosened, and his sister grabbed his...

His hand rested firmly on his chest. The hot, soft flesh in his palm made his mouth dry.
He buried his head in his sister's chest, licking and kissing her snow-white valley, his fingers clumsily kneading
her pink nipples.

Finally, guided by his sister, his desire penetrated the forbidden membrane between them.
Blood, a symbol of sin and incest, seeped from their tightly joined bodies. His sister bit his shoulder in pain
, and driven by the pain, he thrust again, then
stopped . After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, his sister's face regained color, now with a captivating
blush.

As his sister's legs moved slightly, he, tightly enveloped, could no longer control his desire, and his
movements became wild and intense.

Spirit and flesh, sin and punishment, reason and morality, all merged and destroyed in the woman's long, drawn-out moans and the man's
uncontrollable roars.

As the morning light broke, the brother and sister left the old mountain town where they were born and raised, never
to be seen …

(VII)

“Bai Song, originally named Liu Baisong. His father was Liu Xicai, and his mother was Liu Panwen. His parents were a brother and sister who eloped from a remote town
. Shortly after Bai Song was born, his father passed away, and his mother suffered a severe mental blow, going insane and disappearing without a trace.

Bai Song was adopted by a middle-aged couple who were traveling. When he was eight years old, his adoptive father passed away, reportedly due to a pre-existing cardiovascular disease
triggered . His adoptive mother sent him to an orphanage that same year, where the director
died while trying to save him from drowning.”

"After a period of wandering without a trace, an organization collected all the information about him, and he
theoretically became dead that year. He joined that organization that year and underwent hellish
training. He left the organization at the age of twenty-three, later clashed with his former friend Ye Piaoling, and was seriously injured but was rescued by
Leng Shuang , becoming Leng Shuang's shadow assassin.

This information comes from Ye Piaoling, who was in the same organization as him, so it shouldn't be wrong. Your incredibly cute and
powerful second brother, Jian Teng."

Clutching the fax, Qiu Yezi suddenly realized why he had reacted that way that day. He was a man who always
thought he was just one step away from happiness, a man standing in the dark despair with no end in sight.
At this moment, the phone rang. It was her second brother.

"Hello, Ye Zi, did you receive the fax? How does it feel?"

"I...I don't know..."

"Ye Zi, can't you see? Bai Song is really bad luck to those around him. If this were ancient times, he would
definitely be a jinx. You can't marry someone like him, otherwise you'll choke on your food, choke on your water

, fall down the stairs, fall out of the building, get hit by a car, have your ambulance break down on the way, all the nurses will have cramps, all the doctors will be on sick leave, and the operating room

will suddenly lose power. Don't say your brother didn't warn you."

"..." Speechless was her only possible answer...

(VIII)

"Yes...no...Achoo!" An inconsiderate gust of wind blew her long hair, causing her to sneeze and silencing
the words she had been preparing for so long. She stomped her feet in frustration, angrily combing her hair back and tying it
up.

"Sorry for what?" Bai Song smiled at her. "You haven't done anything to me. Go find your
happiness. I'll be right here. Come over when you're bored, I'll keep you company."

She grabbed his hand as if she had made a huge decision, smiling at him. "As
compensation for stealing my first kiss, you have to help me find my happiness. You can't stay away until autumn ends. No... you have to come to school with me
then ."

"Is your first kiss that valuable?" he teased. "Then I'll let you kiss me a few more times to make up for it.
Don't worry , I won't leave here every autumn, but at other times, I don't want you to see me, and I don't want
anyone to know you know me." His last words were unusually serious, as if it were a matter of life and death.

Seeing that she also became serious, he pinched her delicate nose. "Let's start. If we're too late and
the wind us away, you'll blame me again."

She looked at his retreating figure, somewhat confused. What would happen if she met a man whose defining characteristic was
loneliness ? The senior student, a year older than her,
ended her brief first love
after learning she was the daughter of a gang leader . "At least he won't mind my identity as the daughter of a mob boss," she shrugged, a self-deprecating thought.

She used to find it hard to accept so-called love at first sight, but now she felt that love at first sight
wasn't appropriate, but love at second sight shouldn't be a problem, right?

"What are you thinking about?" Bai Song turned and asked her. The setting sun cast a soft glow around him, and the autumn wind swirled
a few withered leaves past him, making him look so lonely.

She laughed and rushed up to hug him, kissing his lips, their shadows becoming one in the sunset.
"I was thinking, how can I let you know that I'm starting to like you a little..."

Bai Song was stunned by her unreserved gaze...

(Nine)

In the hotel room, Leng Feng looked impatiently at the shy woman at the door, frowning as he
beckoned : "Xue'er, you felt I was neglecting you after we've been dating for so long, so you took the initiative to bring it up. Why
are you acting all coy here?"

Dong Xue thought of her boyfriend flirting and making love with the hotel girl, gritted her teeth, walked in, and
sat on the edge of the bed.

"I know you're inexperienced, I'll be gentle."

Leng Feng comforted her, turning her face and kissing her tenderly. Just the touch of lips with her beloved man
was enough to make her completely forget herself. It wasn't until she felt a chill on her chest that she realized her upper body was
completely naked. Leng Feng's lips were gently pecking around her nipples, his tongue circling them, while his rough fingers were pinching and teasing
the other nipple, occasionally lightly nibbling at the tip. Two sweet currents
converged in her lower abdomen, and a wet sensation slowly overflowed.

"Mmm..." she groaned, writhing restlessly.

Leng Feng knew what this meant. He lifted her already weak and powerless legs and pulled
her panties from under her skirt. The erotic scent emanating from her mons pubis made him smile inscrutablely.

Leng Feng suddenly raised Dong Xue's lower body, arching her back until her feet were placed on either side of her head, her skirt...
Her thighs rolled up, all the way to her waist, revealing her pubic area, glistening with moisture, completely hairless, her pink petals
fully exposed.

"No…this is too…" Dong Xue had never seen anything like this before; embarrassment and the rush of blood made her
face as red as a ripe apple.

"I like you like this."

Those words made her abandon all discomfort, and she began to try her best to relax her tense muscles. He was pleased by her
efforts , lowering his head and probing his tongue between her petals.

An indescribable pleasure surged into her mind, instantly shattering her reason. His skilled
tongue explored her labia, and after finding the most sensitive spot, he began to focus his attack, his fingers
constantly tapping and teasing her budding clitoris. He straightened up, lifting her hips, his tongue playing happily between
her petals . His erect penis, however, couldn't resist the urge and began to rise, lightly touching her
back.

She didn't want to be the only one enjoying herself, so she reached out and grasped his penis, slowly
moving it up and down with her limited knowledge. This rudimentary technique clearly frustrated Leng Feng. He lowered her hips, pressing his penis against
the entrance of her vagina. The two smooth, tender labia, slick with saliva, were incredibly slippery; with a slight effort, the flower path
had already swallowed the head of his penis.

"Mmm..." she groaned again, but forced herself not to cry out. She hoped Leng Feng could find pleasure
in , not just linger in the flower garden.

Suddenly, he inserted his finger into her mouth, commanding, "Suck, harder."

She didn't quite understand, but obediently complied; she knew he only liked obedient women. Just as she
was sucking on his finger, a sharp pain shot through her lower body; a huge object tore through her defenses, deeply
penetrating her body. She wanted to clench her teeth, but Leng Feng's finger prevented her, and her open mouth uncontrollably
emitted loud moans.

"Don't hold back," he withdrew his fingers, instead teasing her nipples. "I love hearing your
moans ."

She closed her eyes, no longer suppressing her voice; sounds of pain mixed with pleasure began
to echo in the room. With each sound, Leng Feng unleashed all his strength, thrusting heavily into the soft body beneath him.

The pain far outweighed the pleasure, but the sensation of her beloved's body surging within her
filled her voice with a strange sense of satisfaction.

Seemingly sensing her discomfort from her first time, he quickly withdrew his penis after a few dozen thrusts, presenting it,
stained with a few drops of blood, to her. She calmed her rapid breathing, took the glans into her mouth
, and simply sucked on it, like a nursing baby.

Already nearing climax, he didn't want to waste any more time; a sudden jolt ran down his back, and he ejaculated his semen into her
mouth. She choked on the semen, coughing uncontrollably, staining her remaining dress with white
spots .

He picked up a handkerchief and carefully wiped her genitals, then waved the red-stained handkerchief in front of her
face before solemnly placing it on the bedside table.

After the passion subsided, the satisfied feeling of belonging made her drowsy, and the two
chatted idly.

"My sister's in love too."

"Really?" Leng Feng asked casually, not particularly concerned. "Which family's young master is he?"

"You know him too. It's Bai Song, the one you always talk about."

Leng Feng's hand on her shoulder suddenly tightened, a barely perceptible cold smile appearing on his lips…

[To be continued]

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