Watching Zhang Yang savor his food with such delight, Lin Yueru's eyes also filled with a deep fondness.
Zhang Yang really knew his way around, understood a woman's heart so well, Lin Yueru knew she had no way to resist.
"Zhang Yang, hurry up… it's coming…"
As she spoke, Lin Yueru's waist also involuntarily started moving on its own.
The lush little garden rubbed swiftly against Zhang Yang's lips.
The flow kept increasing, Zhang Yang's mouth and face were covered in it.
A high-pitched moan sounded, and Zhang Yang suddenly felt a large stream of fluid gushing from inside into his mouth.
Zhang Yang didn't swallow it; instead, he held it in his mouth.
After Lin Yueru collapsed weakly onto the bed, Zhang Yang kissed her deeply, passing all the nectar in his mouth to Lin Yueru.
"Mmm..."
Lin Yueru suddenly widened her eyes, struggled slightly, but it was useless, and eventually, she resignedly swallowed back the nectar that had flowed from her own body.