It was another bright and sunny morning.
Sun Zhe yawned, walking into the kitchen with sleepy eyes. He immediately spotted Zhu Yan making breakfast, and with his morning erection pressing against his pants, he went up and hugged her from behind.
Her mature and alluring curves were a sight he could never get tired of.
"Stepmom..."
"What are you doing, you little rascal? Crying for attention so early in the morning?"
Sun Zhe wrapped his arms around her slender waist, burying his face in the crook of her neck to greedily inhale the scent of her hair. He pressed himself tightly against the cleft of her buttocks.
"Stepmom, I want to go at you again."
Last night, after leaving Leng Yueshuang's place, Sun Zhe had gone straight home to begin a session of Cultivation with Zhu Yan, which lasted until past one in the morning. He hadn't expected that after only a few hours of sleep, the fire he had just extinguished would be roaring back to life.
