"Ah..." Mo Feixue exhaled melancholically.
She was sitting in a soft armchair on her luxurious room, her small, delicate figure illuminated only by a few candles.
Her beautiful red eyes fluttered slightly as she sipped her wine.
She was no longer wearing her wedding dress; her body was now covered in a white nightgown, the fabric so thin that it revealed her pink nipples and the curve of her plump pussy under her clothes.
Her gaze swept across the room, settling on the young man snoring like a pig. young Master Yang.
She was excited, believing that she would finally lose her chastity and be able to start her life as the wife of a rich and loving young master.
But there she was, drinking alone while he lay passed out, a bride whose husband hadn't even had the strength to consummate his own marriage.
Standing up, she observed the manhood between his legs. It was small, barely bigger than her little finger.
