Lin Zhenghui eyed his beautiful senior sister, unable to sneak a hand under her skirt for her panties, his attention shifted to the small cherries atop her Immortal Peaks.
Had they not been inside a small car, and not outdoors.
Perhaps Yang Muer wouldn't have minded showing him a little, considering she already felt she couldn't escape from her junior brother's Wuzhi Mountain grasp.
"Alright, if not the Immortal Cave, let's check out the Immortal Peaks," Lin Zhenghui withdrew his hand from under her skirt.
"..." Yang Muer was speechless towards this handsome junior brother.
He had just spent more than two hours at the Spiritual Spring Bathhouse with Bingbing and the others; how could he recover so quickly, eager for action with her here?
Lin Zhenghui embraced his three-years-older senior sister and removed his hand that was covering the Immortal Peaks, slowly savoring them.
