Embracing the soft, fragrant body in his arms, Li Qianfan was utterly thrilled, especially by the enchanting scent that she emitted, which nearly drove him mad with desire. He hugged Mu Yuhe tighter, as if wanting to melt her into his very being.
Suddenly enveloped in his embrace, Mu Yuhe was completely taken aback.
However, she reacted quickly and began to struggle, saying, "Xiao Fan, let go of aunty right now, don't do this."
"Aunty, don't you want it?"
Li Qianfan's hand reached for the ample mound, and he said, "Aunty, I can feel in your eyes that you really want it. Yuhe told me that your husband passed away early, and you've been guarding an empty bed all these years, you must be so lonely, aren't you?"
His words made Mu Yuhe pause, clearly touching something deep within her, stirring something inside.
