A seven-word sentence, in the gaze of Mu Qingyan that was seven parts pleading and three parts longing, made its way into Xu Fan's ears.
It was a request difficult to refuse...
Under the orange light, the curves of this mature woman seemed even more striking.
Misty and sensual lips, delicate and fair neck, nimble and slender waist, and the full hips characteristic of a mature woman—possessing such a seductive and alluring body, on such a night, to make such a request, who could refuse...
Deep within Mu Qingyan's eyes, a flame seemed to flicker, giving people an illusion.
At this moment, all it would take was a nod from Xu Fan, and the woman before him, ripened to the core, would tear apart the restraint she had maintained all these years.
Letting the man before her experience what is known as the spring emotions like water, passion like fire.
"Qingyan sis..."
