Li Qianfan looked down and immediately saw the unspeakable beauty of the snowy white peaks. Since Tong Caicai wore only a nightgown without a bra, looking from above down, he could clearly see most of the white flesh and the deep cleavage.
Further down were a pair of legs exposed to the air, snowy and smooth, flawless, and utterly tempting.
Seeing this, Li Qianfan sensed trouble and hurriedly asked, "Sister Caicai, what are you trying to do?"
Tong Caicai just gave a sly smile and then reached out her little hand to grab Li Qianfan.
"Hiss!"
A tingle of numbness swept over him, causing Li Qianfan to inhale sharply. He said, "Sister Caicai, isn't this playing too big? How am I supposed to cook like this?"
"Didn't you say just now that I could mess around as much as I wanted?"
