Even through his pants, the moment she held it in her palm, she could clearly feel the searing heat, especially the iron-like hardness that made Lin Yiren's heart surge with excitement. What would it feel like to actually go all the way with him?
Before, Lin Yiren could tolerate her own husband, but after experiencing Li Qianfan's prowess, she instantly found her husband insipid, as if ten Zhang Yongs couldn't compare to a single Li Qianfan.
"Yiren, don't just stand there, help me cool off!"
Li Qianfan, unable to wait any longer, gently stroked Lin Yiren's delicate hand.
"Qianfan, it's always a bit inconvenient in the car. If you're really hot, why don't I take you for a bath?"
Lin Yiren's eyes flickered as she immediately made a suggestion.
Upon hearing this, Li Qianfan's eyes lit up, and he excitedly asked, "Yiren, are you going to bathe me?"
"Yes, do you like that?"
Lin Yiren's voice was filled with teasing as she inquired.
