Zhang Xue, in her forties, now looked like a girl of seventeen or eighteen, her entire face blushing so deeply it seemed she might bleed.
She grasped Wu Xia's hardness, her heartbeat racing wildly.
Wu Xia was hunched over, encircling Zhang Xue, his gaze perfectly aligned to peer down her neckline, seeing the snowy white of her breasts and the cleavage that was pressed into existence.
"Glug!"
Wu Xia couldn't help but swallow his saliva, feeling parched and thirsty all over.
Especially his hardness, which Zhang Xue was holding, trembled slightly, scaring Zhang Xue into hastily letting go.
But as soon as she let go, her body started to slide down, and she hurriedly grabbed it again.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Zhang Xue and Wu Xia cried out in unison.
The sudden grab made Wu Xia's entire body tremble.
Zhang Xue's face was so red it almost seemed to drip blood, and she didn't dare to lift her head to look at Wu Xia.
