Overboard

"Fatter!"

A woman approaching thirty was most afraid of becoming fat and flabby, and Kong Xiuru was no exception. That grabbed her attention.

A woman's prime was between twenty-two and twenty-eight. Kong Xiuru was depressed that six years of her youth had been wasted. But what could she do if she couldn't open up her own heart?

Am I really getting old? Kong Xiuru forgot that pair of hands on her waist in her anxiety.

Ling Yun's palm caressed Kong Xiuru's firm waist gently. His member saluted her whilst he admired her body.

No, this is the limit. Any further and I would be begging for trouble…

Ling Yun had to suppress that desire with meditation.

It was even more unbearable for Kong Xiuru. She was cracking eggs into a pot, while Ling Yun's hands roamed around her waist gently. That gentleness was insufferable.