Li Qing stole a glance at Zhao Chi, her hands seemingly having nowhere to go as she fidgeted and twisted the hem of her clothing. After all, Li Qing was at the age of blossoming spring, appearing somewhat coy and shy.
This sight of Li Qing had Zhao Chi utterly captivated. Her eyes rippled like water, as if they could speak, exuding an indescribable and enchanting charm that made Zhao Chi forget himself. The blush spreading across her fair skin, coupled with her plump, luscious lips, exemplified the very essence of pure desire.
While Zhao Chi was lost in his reverie, he suddenly felt a burst of pleasure that almost made him embarrass himself. Unbeknownst to him, as soon as Li Qing sat down, Wei Qi under the table had already begun her diligent efforts.
Zhao Chi's gaze fixated on Li Qing, a flower-like girl, while the girl's mother was attending to his needs below; this dual pleasure caused Zhao Chi to comfortably squint his eyes.
