Leng Yueshuang knew that if she didn't help quench Sun Zhe's passion, the man wouldn't be able to focus on his cultivation today. Besides, she had some desires of her own that needed extinguishing.
So, she completely gave up resisting. Her entire body went limp as if all her strength had been drained away, allowing Sun Zhe to pick her up, place her on the bed, and do as he pleased.
"Shuang'er, take off your jacket. I'm craving milk for breakfast."
Leng Yueshuang gave him a look of playful resentment but said nothing. With a blush on her face, she shifted her delicate body, skillfully removed her jacket, and tossed it aside. With the jacket gone, the sensual, form-fitting camisole she wore underneath was exposed.
Sun Zhe reached out and pulled the slender straps down from her fragrant shoulders. He tugged the camisole, which tightly hugged her proud, snowy peaks, down to her slender waist and rolled it up, revealing a black, lace-trimmed bra.
