Chen Ziyang could feel a warmth coming from his hand.
Indeed, it was tender.
Moreover, Aunt Ye's breath made his whole body tingle.
He could feel all the sensations.
But he just couldn't move.
It was as if someone had used an immobilization skill on him.
If the woman standing in front of him now wanted his life, he admitted he had no ability to resist.
Just like fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.
And it was precisely because of this state that Chen Ziyang was more puzzled.
Aunt Ye was clearly Qiao Xiongtai's woman, yet she sneaked into the farmhouse to ride him.
She also repeatedly reminded him of the danger.
Why was that?
But at this moment, Aunt Ye suddenly propped up his arm and helped him up.
Chen Ziyang controlled his body, only able to move with Aunt Ye's guidance.
Under Aunt Ye's lead, the two arrived at the master bedroom on the second floor.
Opening the door, Chen Ziyang heard soft snoring.
