"Do I still need to teach you? I'm much older than you. When you were in the prime of your youth and strength, I was already an old faded flower."
"A faded flower is still a flower. Maybe I just like your kind of faded flower."
"You have so many flowers around you, and you'd still think about this one?"
"So do you want me to think about it or not?" Lin Miao chuckled, reaching under the arm to embrace that tender and slender waist, not an ounce of excess flesh.
This waist, the average man's waist couldn't withstand.
Situ Wan was suddenly overwhelmed by the intense masculine aura, going weak in Lin Miao's arms, her lips slightly parted, her eyes misty: "Don't tell Youwei about us."
"Afraid she won't agree?" Lin Miao softly bit on Situ Wan's earlobe.
"You little rascal, don't do that..." The earlobe was one of Situ Wan's sensitive spots, untouchable; touching it would ignite overwhelming passion.
