Sun Zhe crept into the tent, holding his breath, terrified that a single misstep would wake Huang Qianggang. He quickly found the condoms in Bai Ran's backpack, slipped back out of the tent, and hurried to the tree.
At that moment, Bai Ran was still crouching under the tree, the faint sound of trickling water drifting through the night.
"Bai Ran, I brought it."
Bai Ran yawned and extended a hand toward him. "Give it to me."
After taking the small packet Sun Zhe handed over, she tore it open with her pearly teeth. Then, she used her crystal-clear, moist lips to pinch the edge of the small umbrella, drawing it from the wrapper and casually tossing the plastic aside.
The greater half of the small umbrella, held by her lips, dangled outside, exuding a strawberry scent. It was coated in a transparent lubricant that was slightly viscous, like clear mucus, and dripped continuously downward.
