Xiangjiang, night.
In a villa halfway up the hill, a man and a woman were engaging in some indescribable actions, which lasted a long time and were very intense.
After a while, the room finally returned to tranquility, and the two people also calmed down.
The lights came on, and the woman got up to take a shower in the bathroom. When she came out, she was draped in an exquisitely made nightgown that left her voluptuous figure partially visible, exuding an air of countless charms.
The man was at the bedside, lighting a cigar, closing his eyes, leisurely exhaling smoke, and enjoying the present comfort.
"Brother Gang, we failed last time, and I have been too scared to act. Now, I see reports saying that woman will come to Xiangjiang and she will be coming as a swimmer. Perhaps this is a great opportunity—we mustn't miss it," the woman said lazily, clinging to the man's arm, looking for help from him.