Someone like Lin Zhenghui, a small-time farmer, you'd come to understand him after spending some time with him.
He wasn't demanding of himself and was easily contented, unlike those insatiable, greedy people.
"You're not wearing underwear?" Lin Zhenghui lifted her skirt and saw a smooth expanse of hill under her flat belly and asked.
"Isn't this to make it convenient for you, my dear Mr. Lin?" Yu Xuan was like a charming little sprite, her hands draped over Lin Zhenghui's neck, her breath as sweet as orchids.
"Aren't you afraid of being seen by passengers?" Lin Zhenghui asked as he touched the silk-smoothness.
"Who else would lift up my skirt to look, other than you?"
Yu Xuan lifted her leg clad in a white silk stocking gently onto Lin Zhenghui's leg.
With a move, she did a Golden Rooster stance, making it more convenient for Lin Zhenghui's hands to play with her Acquired Snow Fox Red Lips.
