Just as Chen Mo walked through the door of the private room, before he even had time to speak, he felt a fragrant breeze hit his face.
Immediately, his head was buried in a huge, ample bosom.
Why did the scent seem so familiar?
Chen Mo felt a palm press firmly against the back of his head, making it difficult for him to lift his gaze.
This suffocating agony was a painful yet pleasurable experience for Chen Mo, but, thankfully, after tormenting him for a while, the other party finally let him go.
Chen Mo lifted his head and looked at the two women in front of him and swallowed hard.
Right there were Li Fanghua and Wan Qian, with both women having turned up together.
Seeing Chen Mo's bewildered expression, both women smiled sweetly, and Li Fanghua stepped forward, grinning at Chen Mo, "Little brother, what's the matter?"
"You seem very surprised by the look on your face!"
"Why, did you not want to see the two older sisters?"
