The boy watched for a moment longer. He saw his mother bent over like a dog on the bed. He saw the immortal behind her, his hips moving, his pale hands on her dark hips, his body pressing against hers.
"Is he helping you?" the boy asked.
"Indeed," Suyin gasped, her voice breaking. "He is helping. He is a good immortal."
The boy nodded slowly. He lay back down on the straw mat. He closed his eyes.
"Immortal is a good person," he murmured. "He healed me. He is healing Mother. Good immortal."
He fell asleep.
Tianlong began to fuck.
PAH! PAH! PAAH!
"AAANGH~!! HNNNGH~!! OUNGH~!!"
