The stark contrast stirred within Su Fan a surge of peculiar thrill.
To most, Yin Qianyue was the untouchable, icy goddess, admired only from a distance.
Who could have imagined that in reality, she was so cheap and wanton?
He had issued an order to Yin Qianyue last time, commanding her not to wear any undergarments.
The results of his unannounced inspection now proved that Yin Qianyue had actually complied!
Just now, his hard slap hadn't encountered the slight hardness of a bra, feeling nothing but softness wherever his hand landed.
Obviously, Su Fan was not one to settle for mere teasing through a barrier.
Besides, normally both he and Yin Qianyue had their own work and lives to attend to.
Yin Qianyue's breasts, sculpted to perfection and creamy white, remained usually out of his reach, velvety smooth and tantalizing.
Su Fan's one hand was intently on the steering wheel, while the other strove to grasp that bundle of softness.
