In the video on his phone, Li Lingling's face was suffused with a springtime allure; her expressions, seductive and enchanting, coupled with her surging, magnificent figure was more than enough to excite Chen An as he watched her video.
Li Lingling, overwhelmed by desire, exuded an indescribable charm, and at that moment, Chen An was incessantly fantasizing about being her husband, wishing fervently to take the place of the ineffectual Zhao Xiaoming.
If he could have a wife as stunning as hers to himself every day, then Chen An would truly be blissfully happy to death!
The more turmoil in his heart, the faster the hand he had slipped into his pants began to shake, feeling nearly ten minutes of exquisite pleasure before Chen An reluctantly put down his phone, his gaze shifting to the door.
