Ye Tian looked up at Song Ya.
He drew a sharp breath through his throat.
Auntie Song, who was lightly biting her lip, exuded elegance with a hint of allure.
She was incredibly attractive.
Under the movement of Song Ya's jade-like feet.
Ye Tian's Furious Dragon rose up fiercely once again.
A searing heat pressed against the soles of Song Ya's feet, and ripples surged through her heart.
Ye Tian couldn't help but reach out to touch Song Ya's calf.
Through the flesh-colored stockings, he gently stroked up and down.
The sensation was truly amazing.
A faint blush appeared on Song Ya's cheeks, "Xiao Tian, you still haven't answered my question!"
Ye Tian said seriously, "Auntie Song, to tell you the truth, if your sister Song Xia came on to me,"
"I would definitely dodge. She makes me sick!"
"You are like a fairy, whereas at best, she's just a rotting leaf in the field."
"I really don't understand what Uncle Yang is thinking."
"Is he blind?"
