Tides!
With a buzzing sound, Qin Chuan felt his head was roaring.
An indescribable feeling fiercely clashed against his spirit, against his worldview.
It turned out that the stepmother had never been uncomfortable all along.
She was enjoying it!
Or rather, she was enduring it, suppressing it!
An extremely contradictory reaction.
Unexpected, yet reasonable.
Ask yourself, which elder would feel free to disrobe in front of a younger generation?
Thinking of this, Qin Chuan felt faintly guilty.
This issue, he should have noticed sooner.
But come to think of it, what could he do even if he had noticed?
Qin Chuan glanced at the stepmother's endlessly trembling round buttocks, and images of Su Qian in the fitting room became increasingly vivid in his mind.
He could see that the stepmother was incredibly uncomfortable.
Just like Su Qian at the time.
He clearly remembered how Su Qian had pressed his finger there forcefully to reach the peak.
