By the time Zhizhong arrived at the Luo Family Home and knocked on the door, Shu Xiu was flush with a blushing, timid-as-fire yet wolfish-thirsty expression, hanging onto Zhizhong as soon as she opened the door.
Her body, incredibly elastic and burning hot, teased Zhizhong endlessly.
Not to mention, when he held her and fell onto the living room sofa, reaching out his hand… Oh my God!
Shu Xiu's loose blue silk nightgown clung to that mysterious area, because it was completely wet…
That night, the wild prelude quickly unfolded.
The beautiful and charming mature woman, the daughter of Luo Tianlin, the wife of Qian Xuan, was merely a cherished possession in Zhizhong's arms, filled with passion, romance, and constant thrill.
On the sofa, the battle began, then they moved to Shu Xiu's bedroom, to her study, and to the bathroom.
The only restriction was that Zhizhong couldn't place things where they most belonged, only externally.
