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Creak!
Huang Fuling's boudoir was pushed open by Fang Yang.
The red candles flickered, the silk canopies undulating.
The atmosphere was utterly romantic.
And on the bed, Huang Fuling, clad in a semi-transparent gown, was alluring incarnate, her eyebrows and eyes brimming with affection.
Her beautiful eyes seemed to ripple with spring passion.
Her cherry-red lips were slightly parted.
It made one unable to resist wanting to take a light taste.
Seeing this scene, even though Fang Yang had anticipated it, his heart still trembled.
His icy gaze swept over her body.
He noticed that her gown was also meticulously designed.
Tailored to fit, it clung to the curves of her body.
Beneath was a high-slit skirt, a pair of snow-white and shapely legs in flesh-colored stockings, subtly revealed.
They were so graceful, so sensual.
Toying with them would surely be the world's foremost delightful legs.
