Ye Chen trembled slightly all over. Yan was indeed the ultimate young widow, every move she made was endlessly intoxicating, each posture teasing one's nerves. Ye Chen panted incessantly, suddenly pressing Yan beneath him, and let out a deep growl: "Yan, I... I want you!"
"You little rascal, if you want it, take it. After all, it's not the first time!" Yan's face turned slightly red, her eyes narrowed, and her breath like orchids.
Provoked by Yan like this, he couldn't hold back anymore, his hands already gripping Yan's robe, then he yanked it hard.
Rip...
A crisp tearing sound, immediately, Yan exclaimed as she widened her eyes in shock, staring at Ye Chen. The bastard had torn off her clothes. In an instant, she was left bare, her heaving bosom exposed in front of Ye Chen. Her two rosy buds were like the shy eyes of rabbits. Yan hastily covered her chest with both hands, exclaiming, "You rascal, you owe me a new dress!"
