"Yan'Er, Miaomiao, I want to discuss something very important with you!"
Sun Zhe walked into the kitchen and stood behind the two women, his gaze firm and heated. Looking at the unparalleled beauties right before him and inhaling their orchid-like, musky fragrance, he felt as if his pants were about to burst at the seams. He truly didn't want to wait a single moment longer!
Zhu Yan turned to face him, her eyes nonchalantly flicking down to the large tent pitched in his pants. "You little rascal," she said gently, "what important matter do you want to discuss?"
Sun Zhe's gaze fell on her bountiful chest, which seemed ready to spill out of her top. He secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"I was thinking tonight…"
"Ah!"
Just then, Lin Miao suddenly cried out, cutting Sun Zhe off completely.
Her eyes shone as she looked at Sun Zhe, her gaze full of affection. "I know what you mean, Witch Master. We're truly on the same wavelength! You want to do the dishes tonight, right?"
