Hearing Han Xinyue's words, Yue Changlin's old face flushed crimson. He felt his esteemed image had been shattered in an instant.
Zhou Tianxiong wasn't very capable in *that* department, so he'd developed some strange fetishes. When he was alive, he would frequently contrive ways to seek out excitement and satisfy Han Xinyue's needs.
One night, a drunk Zhou Tianxiong suddenly approached Yue Changlin and asked him to go to Han Xinyue's room.
Initially, Yue Changlin refused. But when Zhou Tianxiong showed him photos of Han Xinyue in lingerie, he lost all reason.
Still potent despite his age, he had truly gone wild that night. Right in front of Zhou Tianxiong, he had sent Han Xinyue to her peak three times!
"Xinyue, that time I… I was just… I was just drunk," Yue Changlin stammered.
Watching him, Han Xinyue smiled elegantly. She suddenly moved his old, withered hand away, then gently unfastened his belt, releasing a limp, dark, old worm.
