Ye Chenfeng remembered what a senior once said: "A woman is like sand, if you want to hold her in your hand, all you have to do is get her wet."
Over the years, this saying had been deeply validated, absolutely on point.
Everything quieted down.
Moments later, Lu Wanqing slowly raised her head, still longing for more as she looked at Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng's touch seemed to carry a magical power, delivering her an experience that was soul-destroying and bone-eroding.
Seeing Lu Wanqing's charmingly alluring appearance, Ye Chenfeng felt a fire burning in his heart, especially her voice, which was fatally seductive. If schooled properly in the future, she would surely be capable of draining a man dry. Of course, that's for the future.
Gradually, Lu Wanqing came out of her daze, understanding everything that had happened.
What possessed her?
When she thought about the embarrassing sounds she made, and that posture in front of Ye Chenfeng.
