Night.
In a small grove on the outskirts of Yang City.
The grass under the trees was lush and unruly, each blade glistening with dewdrops.
After her climax, Zhu Yan felt utterly boneless, unable to even stand. She could only sit under the tree, gasping softly. It was as if her very essence had been drained away, leaving not a single drop behind.
Sun Zhe squatted beside her, gently dabbing her clean with a tissue, his eyes filled with guilt.
"Stepmom, are you okay?"
Zhu Yan smiled and shook her head. She reached out to ruffle his hair, her eyes brimming with tender affection.
"Don't worry. I'm fine."
Though she was utterly exhausted and her body felt weightless, the sensation was wonderful. Her mind and body felt completely adrift, as if sinking into a vast cloud of cotton, and she wanted to remain immersed in the feeling forever.
