Zhou Hui and Zheng Lin'en, one on each side, clung to Chen Dashan's arms, their full breasts wildly rubbing against his body.
"Give me..."
"I want..."
It was clear that they were drugged by Li Xiaobao, their faces flushed and their eyes hazy as they pined for Chen Dashan.
Bursts of hot breath sprayed Chen Dashan's ear.
Feeling the softness between his hands and seeing the two beauties in front of him with their clothes torn, revealing their enticing, pale skin, Chen Dashan felt an intense heat throughout his body as his fury rose.
He struggled to control himself; he could not take advantage of his sister-in-law and Zheng Lin'en in their vulnerable state.
Then, his gaze shifted to Li Xiaobao's fiancée, Zhao Yaqian.
Zhao Yaqian, looking to be in her early twenties, was the village head's child bride.
Tall and slender with fair skin and a pretty face, her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her eyes shimmering with moisture.
