After her collarbone, Bai Man boldly lifted her own clothes and pressed Su Fan's head towards her snowy peaks at the front.
A fragrant scent that soothed the heart and spleen instantly filled Su Fan's nostrils.
He, already wanting to explode, resembling a roaring dragon, could barely restrain himself at this moment.
He could only try hard to steady his mind, to avoid surrendering right then and there.
At the same time, he secretly sighed in his heart, "This woman is truly formidable."
To marry such a wife, letting her be idle for even a minute seemed almost sinful.
After reaching this step, Bai Man's heartstrings were clearly in disarray.
Next, she abandoned the idea of proceeding step by step and directly pushed Su Fan onto the sofa, grasping the ferocious, roaring dragon.
"Hiss—"
Bai Man's sudden attack nearly caused Su Fan's defenses to crumble.
Only after taking a sharp breath was he able to barely hold back.
