Lin Hao leaned back on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the stunningly beautiful and alluring mature woman, gaze lingering on her towering, perky snow white peaks.
No doubt about it, Li Jingyi's chest was exceptionally full and round. Having just showered, she wore no bra underneath, and two tempting nipples poked enticingly through.
Honestly, men just love that sort of half-concealed, half-revealed feeling. If she were truly naked, maybe it wouldn't even be this arousing.
Staring at those luscious curves, Lin Hao couldn't help recalling that scene in the kitchen between Xie Wenxin and Liao Jiarong, and immediately his desire flared up.
Especially when he thought of a stunning, hungry widow like Xie Wenxin—if she was in his bed, that would surely be an experience of its own; just thinking about it made him even harder below.
Of course, Li Jingyi had caught the longing in his eyes. She rolled her eyes at him and teased, "You little perv, what are you staring at?"
