Staring at the enticing, peach-shaped bottom glowing with a mesmerizing sheen in the dim light, Sun Zhe swallowed discreetly.
As the Yang Qi stirred within him, it felt as though his blood was about to boil. Spurred on by the alcohol, he no longer wanted to overthink things.
Besides, he knew this was Bai Ran's inner demon. Just as she herself had said, she would have found another man even without him. So, this inner demon had to be purged!
So, Sun Zhe unzipped his pants and slowly approached.
At that moment, Bai Ran was bent over, her hands propped on either side of Huang Qianggang's face. Her long, slender legs were planted firmly on the floor, straight as two jade pillars and spread slightly apart.
She turned her head toward Sun Zhe, her eyes as seductive as silk. She gave her high-perched, peach-shaped bottom a little wiggle, as if urging him to hurry.
"Ah Zhe, come on."
