Yang Fan's gaze was already fixed; Ye Tong's voice had reached his ears, but he automatically blocked it out.
At this moment, there was nothing else in his eyes, only his sister-in-law's devilish figure.
Pronounced curves and gracefully shapely.
The fair skin under the mottled light of the setting sun glowed enticingly, like a flawless piece of jade.
Where it should be white, it was tender and white; where it should be rosy, it was alluringly pink.
A wasp waist and beautiful hips, those two slender legs tightly pressed together, offering glimpses of the golden valley.
Yang Fan couldn't help but swallow, instantly feeling as if he were in a steam room, a strong heat spreading from his viscera in an instant and quickly concentrating in his lower abdomen, stirring his male instinct.
He subconsciously walked toward Ye Tong, but as soon as he moved his feet, Ye Tong's sharp cry pierced his ears.
This time he finally heard it clearly.
"Fanzi!"
"Get out!!!"
