A little ginseng, cultivated for eight hundred years, accidentally arrived in a 1970s novel to escape the pursuit of a rabbit spirit.
She became a pitiable young woman who traveled...
Hearing the sound of Lu Changzheng walking in from the yard, Jiang Tang hurried back to the bed, kicked off her slippers, and got under the quilt.
The man walked into the bedroom with the freshness of his shower on his face. When she heard the sound of him bolting the door, she came out from under the quilt with a confused look on her face.
"Lu Changzheng, are you done washing?"
Jiang Tang had a sweet smile on her face, which had a kind of bewitching power.
Lu Changzheng also raised the corner of his lips, glanced at the shoes on each side, and bent down to put them in order. "Tangtang, do you want to read more? Or turn off the lights and go to bed?"
"Lights out, but no sleep."
She is selective in her choices.
As for what he was going to do after turning off the lights and not going to sleep, Lu Changzheng didn't have to think about it or make a choice.
After a few days, he finally had his nourishing feast again.
The dim light in the room was turned off and Lu Changzheng sat down beside the bed.
Jiang Tang stretched out her hands and hugged his neck.
The next second, her lips were pressed against his!
When it comes to being intimate with Lu Changzheng, Little Ginseng has never been shy and has always expressed her love openly.
But her attitude tonight was obviously much more enthusiastic than before.
Lu Changzheng noticed it, but did not expose it.
His little ginseng was just more enthusiastic than before, what bad intentions could she have? Just go along with her.
In the bedroom, a blushing and heart-pounding sound soon rang out.
"Tang...Tang..."
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Changzheng reached out to open the drawer, searched everywhere but couldn't find the iron box, and called out to the girl under him in a hoarse voice.