Flower City Little Dragon King

After a moment's hesitation, Tang Feng still stood up and walked to the bathroom door.

"Sister Han, are you okay?" he asked with concern.

Inside the bathroom.

Warm water sprinkled over Han Ling's translucent skin.

Her fair neck arched gracefully, her eyes slightly squinting as her pale hands rubbed over her smooth areas, her whole being lost in a whirl of sensations.

In her daze, the bulging tent in Tang Feng's shorts kept flashing in her mind.

Her body, aching with hunger, emitted a primal yearning.

Mmm.

A suppressed sound leapt from between her red lips.

A blush spread across her fair skin.

Outside the door, that sudden shout broke her rhythm.

She jumped, entirely startled.

Through the frosted glass door, she could vaguely make out the looming figure at the entrance.

Seeing that silhouette, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

Just now, she got a little carried away, her voice a bit loud—surely the young man outside had heard her.

How embarrassing.

At that thought, her face burned hotly.

Out of habit, she never locked the door while bathing.

If Tang Feng were to push the door open at this moment, wouldn't he see her in this shameful state!

At this instant, she anxiously watched the slightly ajar door, yet Tang Feng's image—and that prominent bulge—mischievously flashed through her mind again.

A wicked voice tempted her.

You've been alone for so many years, yearning for a man's affection. Now, there's a man right outside your door, and what's more, his assets seem so robust. He could surely satisfy you, you could enjoy the greatest pleasure. Why not let him in?

"Sister Han, are you alright?" Tang Feng asked again, his concern audible through the door.

Han Ling shook her head vigorously.

Han Ling, no matter how starved for touch you feel or how much you craves a man's warmth, you can't look to him. After all, he's still just a kid.

Reason finally triumphed over desire.

"Tang Feng, I'm fine, I'll be out in a second. Then we can go grab something to eat," said Han Ling.

Hearing her response, Tang Feng finally breathed easier.

He grunted acknowledgment and turned to leave.

Inside the bathroom, Han Ling watched his retreating figure, breathing a sigh of relief.

Yet deep down, there was an emptiness, a sense of loss that she couldn't quite shake.

With Tang Feng's interruption, Han Ling didn't dare seek out pleasure anymore; if she lost control and made a fuss, drawing him back, how would she ever end the debacle?

She quickly finished showering and changed into clean clothes within the bathroom.

When she emerged, Tang Feng's eyes nearly popped out.

Her wet hair loose, her visage sculpted and dewy, her neck fair, she was wearing a pure white T-shirt on top, paired with a light pink floral skirt below—a sight of her shapely legs tantalizingly hinted at right beneath.

The pure white T-shirt was stretched taut by her ample chest.

Especially the teasing glimpse of her smooth, well-proportioned legs under the light pink floral skirt, which, at a glance, made one yearn to explore further.

Seeing Tang Feng's goofy expression, Han Ling wasn't angry.

He is still a kid, after all.

"Alright, stop gawking. Hurry up, get dressed. Let's go out for a bite," Han Ling said with a smile.

That snapped Tang Feng back to reality.

Side by side, they left home and settled for some barbecue at a roadside stall just outside their complex.

Before long, their order was served.

A variety of skewers, alongside a couple of beers.

Having sat on the train all day without much to eat, the scent of barbecued meat set Tang Feng's stomach rumbling uncontrollably, a surge of saliva pooling at the thought.

"Go ahead and eat," Han Ling said with a sidelong smile, her voice light with laughter.

Tang Feng nodded, grabbed a skewer from the table, and started gobbling it down.

Sister Han was watching Tang Feng wolf down his food, her bare hand lifting a mug of draft beer and taking a big gulp.

The night market at the barbecue stall.

The boasting of shirtless men, the noise, the sound of beer bottles rolling, the vendor's shouts, all mingled together, showcasing the night market barbecue culture of the north.

The stainless steel plate piled high with skewers was quickly emptied.

After devouring dozens of meat skewers, Tang Feng showed a satisfied smile.

When he looked up, he met Han Ling's gaze.

Her bright eyes were now somewhat intoxicated.

While Tang Feng was feasting with relish, one of the two draft beers on the table was already bottomed out.

As a result, she drank too fast and was starting to feel it.

"Sis, it's not good to drink on an empty stomach. You should eat something too," Tang Feng said, trying to persuade her.

Han Ling giggled foolishly.

Holding a mug of draft beer in her right hand and propping her chin on the left arm resting on the table, she stared straight at Tang Feng, her mouth agape and her cute tongue sticking out, much like a fledgeling waiting to be fed by its parents.

"Sis wants you to feed her," Han Ling snickered.

Tang Feng was stunned for a moment.

Then he picked a grilled mushroom from the plate and carefully brought it to Han Ling's lips.

Grown so big, he had never fed anyone before, and the person was such a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but be a bit nervous, his hands trembling slightly.

Han Ling looked at Tang Feng with admiring eyes, her red lips taking in the greasy mushroom and swallowing it.

She chewed contentedly, a few drops of grease staining the corner of her mouth.

Looking at those greasy red lips, Tang Feng felt an urge to kiss her.

He held back the impulse, drawing out two paper napkins from the table and handing them to Han Ling.

"Sis, you've got some grease on your mouth," he said.

Instead of taking the napkins, Han Ling pouted at him.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Tang Feng was somewhat confused, not understanding her intention.

"Idiot, can't you see that my hands are busy? Help me wipe it," Han Ling said flirtatiously, giving Tang Feng an alluring look.

Tang Feng hesitated for a moment, then, awkwardly, with the napkin, he gently wiped the stains from Han Ling's lips.

Even through the paper napkin, Tang Feng could feel the softness of those lips.

Seeing Tang Feng's obtuse behavior, Han Ling laughed merrily.

She picked up the mug of draft beer, gulped down several mouthfuls, and finished the large mug in one go.

Setting down the mug, she bowed her head, resting her forehead in her palm, and fell into a brief silence.

At that moment, an air of melancholy and sorrow enveloped the intelligent woman.

Tang Feng, sitting opposite her, watched the slightly drunken woman with concern.

He wanted to say something but, being tongue-tied, he didn't know what to say, and in the end, he just sat there, stupefied.

After what seemed like forever, Han Ling lifted her head.

She shook her head, squeezing out a smile, and then stood up.

Her slender body swayed a bit.

Fearing she would fall, Tang Feng quickly got to his feet.

"Beauty, come and have a drink with brother," a rough voice called out.

A bald man, shirtless, came over from behind.

His chubby face with those leering eyes stared straight at Han Ling, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Han Ling steadied herself, squinting at the unwelcome newcomer.

"Who are you? Do I know you?" she slurred.

As she spoke, she leaned against Tang Feng's chest, her ample chest pressing tightly against his.

This sudden turn of events left Tang Feng somewhat at a loss.

He stood there stiffly, not knowing where to place his hands.