Meng Zhijing was a woman full of charm. Once she let go, every smile and gesture carried a thousand enchantments.
In just a moment, Ye Xiaofei found himself enthralled by Meng Zhijing's tender world.
After a while, Ye Xiaofei lazily lay on the couch, not wanting to move at all.
Meng Zhijing knelt beside Ye Xiaofei, gently massaging him with her hands and a sweet smile on her face.
"You little devil. How did you become so skilled? I feel so good," Ye Xiaofei sighed as if his soul had just returned from the heavens.
Meng Zhijing gave him a coquettish look and said, "I've never practiced. I just naturally do what I think would make Mr. Ye comfortable."
"Now, I truly have a new understanding of the term 'natural charm.' I finally understand why emperors from ancient times died so young. They must have had a beauty like you in their harem."
