"Hongling..."
Du Xinyuan's eyes widened in disbelief.
Seeing Wu Hongling flirting with Chen Dashan, his masculine pride was trampled. He wanted to stop them, but at that moment, he was lying on the ground, unable to get up, helpless as a dead dog by the roadside.
Chen Dashan gazed at her pale, towering breasts, the deep valley between them leaving him breathless.
Chen Dashan immediately took action and lifted Wu Hongling into his arms.
"Ah..."
Wu Hongling gasped, the sensation of weightlessness making her heart flutter, her small hands tightly gripping Chen Dashan's shoulders, her face flushed.
Chen Dashan carried Wu Hongling to the corner of the arena, her back against a pillar at the edge, his large hands shaping her large breasts into various forms. Wu Hongling's red dress, being stretchy, had already been pulled up to her abdomen by Chen Dashan.
The black lingerie underneath was also undone by Chen Dashan, her breasts springing free, and Chen Dashan dove right in.
