The shadow blocked the light and dimmed Nian Jinxun's vision. Nian Jinxun looked up at Lin Qingyue. Lin Qingyue's eyes were deep and dark, even with endless sternness.
Nian Jinxun was pressed hard on the chair, and her two slender white wrists were grabbed harder and more painfully than before, as if they were going to be crushed completely.
Lin Qingyue put his leg between Nian Jinxun's hands. It was not heavy but not light either. It only made people's hearts itch and made them tremble slightly. Nian Jinxun could not help but feel friction whenever she moved her vagina.
Although this article is generally based on the Republic of China, it is fictitious and contains discrepancies with real history. Please do not take it seriously.
The design of this article is highly accepting of homosexuality, with half pros and cons.
Intention: Be casual and have fun.