Xiaomao felt it was related. He learned a new term today and was related to Afang; he saw what he shouldn't have seen, and it was related to Afang; his little brother pushed her butt and made him feel very comfortable and more related to Afang. He felt that there was a fire burning below, his throat was dry, and everything was smoked. He wanted to kiss Afang like his father kissed Aunt Xiulan, but she covered her face and had to settle for the second best and began to rub it with her other hand. Through the thin dress, he could feel the girl's body trembling like a petal in the wind as his hand touched, becoming hotter, more intense, and less controlled.