Jiang Meifeng's identity was known to Ye Zhiqiu and others, as a widow in the village, her husband had died less than a month ago.
Looking at her current relationship with Lin Zhenghui, it didn't seem like their first time, she probably often had secret liaisons with this young master Lin.
"So big, and there's no sagging, really beautiful..." Ye Zhiqiu and the others' gaze fell upon Jiang Meifeng's full, snow-white cantaloupes.
"Those two reddish-purple grapes, ripened to perfection, I really want to bite into one." Song Shaojun swallowed saliva, watching Lin Zhenghui boldly bite into them.
This delicacy was something all the wealthy sons in attendance would likely wish to taste, but they were not so fortunate.
Honestly, Lin Zhenghui couldn't believe how lewd Jiang Meifeng had become, just like those sophisticated city belles, utterly indifferent to the gazes of others.
Straddling across these beautiful legs, she mounted Lin Zhenghui as if riding a horse.
