Her fingers engulfed deeper and deeper, and after half a minute, she braced her hands on Su Huai's thighs, straightened and leaned her upper body forward. Her robe slipped to one side, revealing half of her fragrant shoulder from the neckline.
At this moment, Yan Mengqing was still a novice, yet she seemed naturally adept at this role.
A veil of mist covered her eyes as she looked at Su Huai shyly and timidly, each gaze seemed to seek his verification—Am I good? Do you like it?
Su Huai had endured the torment of experienced women, but even among those experts in their early thirties, Yan Mengqing was the most unique and talented.
The system's overall assessment—her beauty reflects on the water like flowers, her eyes dazzle like drunk galaxies.
At this moment, she was in that ultimate form.
Su Huai felt he was about to explode.
