Xiao Shiyilang

Early autumn, sunny day. The sun shines in through the thin layer of window paper and shines on her skin as smooth as satin. The temperature of the water was just a little warmer than the sun. She lay lazily in the water, raised her delicate feet high on the basin, and let the soles of her feet receive the caress of the sun, which was as gentle as a lover's hands. She felt extremely happy. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.