This remark set Ding Mengxiang's raging desire ablaze in an instant.
He tapped on Ye Xiao'e's nose tip, murmured softly, "You really are a little troublemaker..."
Five minutes.
For Ding Mengxiang at that moment, it felt as excruciating as enduring five centuries.
"My good girl, I'm coming..."
He was about to speak when he remembered Ye Xiao'e's reminder.
He quickly shut his mouth.
He approached the door of the room.
Indeed, the door was ajar, and with a gentle push, he slipped inside.
On the bed in the bedroom, Ye Xiao'e, wearing a mask and an evening gown, was writhing her body, her drunken, hazy appearance suggested she was somewhat dazed.
Is she drunk already?
Ding Mengxiang wanted to ask, but thought it better not to ruin the mood that Ye Xiao'e had meticulously created.
Could it be deliberate?
With this thought, he noticed that the hem of Ye Xiao'e's evening gown was already lifted up, revealing more than half of the tantalizing view underneath.
