As an incredibly soft sensation spread from his palm, he felt as if he were in a dream.
Su Mei, the devastatingly alluring wife from the original novel whose voluptuous figure drove countless readers to distraction—was he really cupping her enticing breasts, playfully molding them into various shapes?
"AH... AH... You... you naughty boy..."
"What has your Master Hongling taught you?"
"Do you... like... your Martial Uncle Su's... breasts that much?"
As Lin Xiao fervently kneaded her ample bosom, Su Mei, who seemed extremely sensitive to his touch, exhaled softly. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her plump, inviting lips parted slightly, her fragrant tongue darting in and out. Her body seemed to have entered a peculiar state.
"HUMPH! If that's the case... you... why are you still pretending, boy?"
"Hurry... Hurry up and lick... lick Martial Uncle Su?"
She panted coquettishly and couldn't resist lightly biting her handsome martial nephew's ear.
"Ah, this..."
