Yang Fan's gaze was locked intently on the pristine and enchanting body before him, and he couldn't help feeling a bit dry-mouthed and tongue-tied.
Even men at the age of eighty still fancy eighteen-year-olds, the body of a pure and beautiful young girl just seems extra delicate.
Her skin was as tender as a baby's, feeling like it might ooze water if pinched.
Her full breasts were indeed milky white, eliciting desire.
Perhaps sensing that Yang Fan had been silent for too long, the girl suddenly turned her head and met Yang Fan's intense gaze. Her face instantly changed color, and she quickly pressed her hands tightly against her prominently rising chest.
Yang Fan, being tactful, sat up and said earnestly, "It's soaked through, I didn't mean to look."
"But you can't just keep... staring like that," the girl stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Yang Fan calmly said, "Beautiful things are always particularly captivating."
