The most fatal thing was, this wasn't just any erotic lingerie.
There was a seam right at the center of the thong.
The exquisitely mysterious area was faintly visible!
This was simply too much!
Zhang Qian's expression was still so holy, so unapproachable.
But her actions were very bold, very provocative.
She placed her hands on Cheng Yuan's shoulders, gracefully lifted her long leg, and straddled Cheng Yuan's thigh!
Her slender waist, like that of a serpent, twisted back and forth.
This was simply too stimulating!
Cheng Yuan was going crazy!
He never imagined that someone could blend holiness and provocativeness so perfectly!
Cheng Yuan finally understood why Zhang Qian, whose beauty fell short compared to Shao Meng, could be one of Ma Guorong's mistresses.
She was literally a living enchantress!
Zhang Qian's face was still cold, but her hands were very hot.
Slowly sliding down from the shoulder, her fingers ceaselessly circled Cheng Yuan's chest.
