When Liu Yiru's perfect and sexy body threw itself into his arms, especially the impact of her ample bosom that had once nourished him, Ye Fei could no longer control himself. The mischievous part of him sprang to life, pressing firmly against Liu Yiru's soft abdomen.
Liu Yiru, caught off guard as she was pushed into her son's embrace by her daughter, felt both amused and exasperated. She was about to scold her daughter for the prank when a sudden sensation below made her freeze.
Though separated by a few layers of thin fabric, she could still feel its hardness and warmth. The fact that it was sandwiched between their bodies and pulsating made her heart race.
Involuntarily, the image of its impressive shape from that morning came to her mind—she had seen it with her own eyes.
