A beautiful woman's morning greeting, if you add the word "bite," wouldn't that be double the delight?

What if there were two beautiful women?

And so, Xu Meng, who had intended to leave first thing in the morning, was left stranded alone in the empty RV. If it weren't for the three pairs of outdoor shoes—one man's and two women's—she found in the RV's shoe cabinet, she might have thought her cousin and Wang Zhuo and the others had already left!

Where did everyone go? They certainly weren't in the bathroom, shower, living room, or kitchen/dining area. There were two bedrooms, both locked, and one room, presumably He Ye's, was slightly ajar.

At this point, even a simpleton would understand what was happening. Xu Meng felt both annoyed and amused. She had always thought Xu Chu was a well-behaved girl, but who knew she'd become so wild right after curing her chronic ailment? It was absurd!

Now Xu Meng finally understood why Wang Zhuo had been so calm when carrying her back into the RV. Despite his young age, he was battle-hardened; carrying a naked woman was nothing. He even managed two at once when pursuing schoolgirls!

Did she feel indignant for her cousin? Normally, Xu Meng would have that mindset, but now that her own embarrassing secret was completely exposed, what standing did she have to criticize Wang Zhuo or find fault with Xu Chu?

With a complex mix of amusement and exasperation, Xu Meng settled down at the mini-bar on the second floor of the RV, found a bottle of unidentifiable fruit wine, and poured herself a drink.

This spot was separated from the largest bedroom by only a single wall. The partition walls inside the RV couldn't be much thicker than a hand. She wasn't sure what her state of mind was—was she eavesdropping? There weren't any particularly distinct sounds; perhaps they were still asleep!

...

After a brief pause, He Ye spotted the phone Wang Zhuo had placed by his head, and her curiosity flared again.

"Can I see the photos now?" she asked with a light laugh.

Wang Zhuo had his eyes half-closed, luxuriating in the service Xu Chu was providing. Her fiery tongue was teasing every fold and texture of him, unrestrained and devoted.

Wang Zhuo had long wanted to take the lead, but the girls' bodies were tender from their first encounter last night and couldn't withstand repeated demands, so he had to hold back, savoring a pleasure that was agonizing precisely because it couldn't erupt. Their technique was improving, but it