Mo Qiansu heard the great-aunt still ascending the stairs with sprightly steps...
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Bei Yiyi's clothes had been disheveled by a certain grandson, leaving her body touched thoroughly both inside and out.
Wu Yao looked at the woman beneath him, her face flushed and her eyes equally filled with unquenched desire. The repressed fury inside his chest had subsided slightly, but the wicked flame below grew fiercer.
At that moment, his voice was completely hoarse, "Yiyi, you clearly have feelings for me, you enjoyed it just now, didn't you?"
The heat on her face gradually faded, and her hazy head finally regained some clarity.
Bei Yiyi opened her bleary eyes, looking at the man tensely coiled before her, so close within reach. Only then did she realize that her hands were still tightly clutching his neck, and her body's posture seemed to be accommodating the satisfaction he was giving her...
