Tang Feng's brows twitched incessantly.
He stared at Aunt Qing, who was obviously moved yet carried a deep sense of dread.
Tang Feng knew this gorgeous woman yearned for him but Old Master Han's imposing influence and tactics kept Aunt Qing's last vestige of clarity intact, even on the brink of succumbing.
And it was that sliver of clarity that led Aunt Qing to take what she believed was a sensible action.
Staring at Aunt Qing, Tang Feng said with a meaningful tone, "Aunt Qing, tomorrow morning, Old Master will have you take me shopping. It's likely gonna be just the two of us."
Aunt Qing's face lit up at his words.
Shopping together tomorrow morning.
Just the two of them.
Doesn't that mean she'll have the chance to be alone with Tang Feng tomorrow?
Then, she could experience the pleasures that Han Meng had.
Entertained by the thought, Aunt Qing's flower path tightened slightly, and trickles of lustful juice flowed out once more.
