Pei Yuanchen felt a roar in his mind!
Before his eyes was a sheer white expanse, and beyond that, he couldn't think of anything else.
Ziyi was still grinning, her hands resting on his chest. "Uncle Xiaobao, do you like watching?"
Pei Yuanchen stifled a groan, his Adam's apple bobbing several times, yet he still couldn't calm his increasingly heavy breathing.
"...Get up." He rasped out these words.
Ziyi suddenly let out a surprised yelp, "Uncle Xiaobao, you're hard again here!"
As she spoke, she pressed it with her hand, her face filled with curiosity and inquiry.
Pei Yuanchen suddenly closed his eyes tight!
The woman's soft, boneless hands seemed to carry a certain magic, burning him all over!
Finally unable to restrain himself, Pei Yuanchen grasped her waist with his hands, lifted her up, and placed her on the ground.
Ziyi stared at him blankly, suddenly feeling warmth spreading over her.
Pei Yuanchen picked her robe up from the floor and put it back on her.
