"Oh?"
A nerve deep within Zhao Tienan was fiercely stirred, prompting him to pinch the beautiful young woman's chin and look at her with interest as he said, "What's your name? Why are you so confident?"
One has to admit, Qi Lin's mother is indeed a particularly charming woman.
Though already thirty-four or thirty-five, she's exceptionally well-maintained; her skin is fair and delicate, her face smooth and firm, and she manages her figure exceptionally well.
At a glance, she looks at most just over twenty-five.
Add to that her lovely appearance, she doesn't lose out in the least to those young and beautiful women.
The key point is, she has a mature woman's allure, like a fully ripe fruit, surely particularly delicious and juicy to taste.
Zhao Tienan was already tempted.
"My name is Pan Shuyuan, I don't possess many skills usually, my most proud ability is serving men. So far, there hasn't been a man who can leave my bed without his legs going weak."
