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Among the women Chen Mo had encountered, if ranked by initiative, Yan Peipei and Lew Qingyi were in the same tier, the top tier. They were the type who actively sought pleasure for their own happiness, carefree and uninhibited by anything else.
There was not a hint of affected coyness; these two were all about seeking joy.
The others couldn't quite let themselves go as freely, but what was Lew Qingyi's status, and what about Yan Peipei?
At that moment, she truly resembled a little fox, sitting on Chen Moz, kissing him, nibbling him all over.
With heavy makeup, her appearance retained only a hint of her original features; the rest was transformed, as if bewitched. Her eyeliner was drawn long, her lips red and pouty. Indeed, her makeup artistry was not ordinary—worthy of being one of the four great arts of seduction.
Her dress... it wasn't really a dress, but just a few pieces of cloth draped together.
