Ye Tong was still thinking about how to restrain her emotions when Yang Fan's hand had naturally found its way under her skirt.
With a swift move aimed directly at the core, he slid up along her silky thighs, flicked aside the bothersome panties, and his palm had successfully occupied the fortress, blocking the gap in the stream, the cradle of human civilization, the source of a man's pleasure.
"Ah!"
This sudden assault made Ye Tong cry out sharply, her eyes widening suddenly.
"You bad boy!" she bit out, spitting lightly, "No entry allowed, did you hear that, do you remember our agreement?"
Yang Fan wanted to pretend to have amnesia.
But it seemed obviously unconvincing…
He had just felt like his sister-in-law was already falling into that state when his hand touched the golden valley, and she immediately became alert. His sister-in-law's vigilance was indeed a bit strong.
