Chen Mo didn't know that the person he was facing now was Xi Yah.
Not only did he have an aesthetic dissonance with the West, but he also suffered from face and voice blindness. He couldn't recognize other languages, so it's possible that even if Xi Yah showed her face with an extreme disguise, Chen Mo wouldn't recognize her…
But she was indeed tender. Although Westerners have rougher skin and larger pores, youth still exudes a sense of fragility.
Xi Yah's heart pounded, unsure whether Chen Mo had recognized her. Her feet had already stretched out towards Chen Mo, and feeling the heat emanating from his body, she too began to change.
Chen Mo caught hold of that jade foot, gently lifted it, and Xi Yah cried out as she lay on the bed.
The intimate view under the slip was fully exposed, and Chen Mo frowned after just one glance, "Is this your first time?"
"Yes… I don't want it to be too painful, you need to perform well!"
