As an incredibly soft sensation spread from his palm, he felt as if he were in a dream.
Su Mei, the stunningly beautiful wife from the original novel—a character whose irresistible allure had captivated countless readers to the point of obsession—was now in his grasp. He was toying with her enticing large, white rabbits, molding them into various shapes.
"Ah... ahhh... you... you naughty boy..."
"What did your Master Hongling teach you?"
"Do you like... Martial Uncle Su's... chest so much?"
Her massive assets, kneaded to the extreme, seemed incredibly sensitive. Su Mei panted, her cheeks flushed crimson. Her full, alluring lips were slightly parted, her fragrant tongue darting out incessantly as her body seemed to enter a certain state.
"Hmph! If that's the case... you... what are you still pretending for, boy?"
"Hurry up... hurry up and lick... lick Martial Uncle Su?"
She gasped, unable to resist gently biting the ear of this handsome martial nephew.
"Ah, this..."
