"Chen, come..." Yan beckoned Ye Chen with a finger, her pink tongue lightly skimming her rosy lips, seductively enough to nearly cause a nosebleed.
Without a word, Ye Chen immediately walked towards the room.
Yan led Ye Chen to the bedside and pushed him onto it, saying, "I know you really want it, sister is willing to satisfy you. How about it?"
"Well..." Ye Chen's eyes widened, his gaze inadvertently falling onto Yan's chest. Yan knelt halfway in front of him, her hands propped up, her whole body almost pressed against him. Ye Chen took a sharp breath; he had to admit, his resistance to Yan was almost zero. Ye Chen nodded dumbly. Yan chuckled, then moved closer to Ye Chen, her red lips kissing his, a fragrant tongue darting into his mouth like a water snake.
