Zhao Yaqian knelt on both knees, her thin straps hanging over her large papaya-like breasts, her cleavage a field of spring under the dim moonlight, reflecting a pearly white glow.
Her tender pink nipples were faintly visible, and her eyes, filled with anticipation, gazed at Chen Dashan.
With a seductive look, Chen Dashan had no compassion for beauty, roughly forcing her head down to his crotch.
Zhao Yaqian let out a series of satisfied sounds.
Li Xiaobao lay two meters away, his eyelashes trembling, fists clenched. He was so angry that he almost suffered a stroke; Chen Dashan, that son of a bitch, played with his wife right in front of him, treating him as if he were invisible.
Li Xiaobao kicked out, and the ground immediately made a rustling noise.
In the quiet night sky, the sound was exceptionally loud. Zhao Yaqian startled, turned her head to look under the fruit tree at Li Xiaobao and asked, "He's not awake, is he?"
