Yàn walked out of the bathroom while wiping her hair. When she walked into the bedroom and was about to change into her pajamas, the light suddenly went out, and a black shadow pounced on the darkness. Yàn couldn't see the appearance of the black shadow clearly. She only knew that in the struggle, her hands were tied firmly by the black shadow with the stockings she took off when she entered the door. Yàn lay helplessly on her bed. Her soft body kept twisting, trying to break free from the constraints, but Yàn didn't know that this action further aroused the black shadow's desire. He looked at his masterpiece and slowly moved his head to Yàn's breasts. It was a pair of beautiful breasts that were difficult to control with one hand. He used the tip of his tongue to stroke around his breasts, and his hands kept stroking Yàn's broken skin.