C177 What You're Giving Is a World

The moonlight outside the window was still bright, its smooth radiance still pouring into the small inn. The lover's palm was still shakily moving across my body. The unreserved intimacy was like a stream slowly sweeping across my thirsty skin …

"Tongxin, why is there no shame between lovers? Why are there no secrets, no secrets, no secrets, no plots? Tongxin