Lin Meilin's words were akin to a devil's whisper, making Yang Ze lung at her like a wild beast.
Looking at the incoming figure of what seemed to be an ordinary man in his late thirties with a petite, soft body that made stark contrast with his appearance, Lin Meilin almost patted him to death. But then in the next instant, she merely flicked her finger, shattering the mask made from mental energy, finally revealing his true appearance.
That otherworldly face… those charming yet innocent eyes, that sparkling lotus mark on the forehead and those cherry lips that were enough to make anyone tempted to take a bite.
For a moment, Lin Meilin was spellbound by his appearance, but soon recovered as she watched Yang Ze plunging towards it.
She didn't dodge it. On the contrary, she was looking forward to it.
She watched as Yang Ze's otherworldly face plunged right into her breasts.
