"Well… my heart is quite big, and I really can't go very long without showing love to my wives, especially when I'm not bringing death to my enemies," Qingyi teased, walking right past Yuehan with a mischievous smile playing at the corner of his lips.
He didn't miss the chance. His palm descended in a playful pat, landing squarely on one of the plump, full globes of that perfect butt.
The gentle impact sent the soft flesh quivering beneath the fabric. A slow, heavy ripple bloomed from the point of contact, rolling across every centimeter of that generous curve before fading away at the base of the beauty's thigh.
His hand lingered there for a brief moment, fingers sinking into that irresistible softness as the plump cheek molded itself perfectly to the shape of his palm.
Only then did he withdraw, calm as ever, as if nothing at all had happened.
Yuehan froze in place, a deep red spreading across her face like ink spilled into water.
