Yue Changlin stared at the two legs in black silk stockings crossing and rubbing against each other on the sofa. His eyes were glued to them as he swallowed hard, his old face flushing red with suppressed desire.
"I… I like it!"
His throat felt dry, making it difficult to speak.
Then, his gaze shifted to Han Xinyue's delicate hand, which was pinching the lace hem of her nightdress. His heart began to pound uncontrollably as he watched her slowly lift the fabric.
However, just as the hem was about to reveal the scenery beneath, Han Xinyue suddenly stopped.
"Great Tributor, why don't you come sit over here? Let Xinyue reward you with her feet, alright?"
"Yes!"
Yue Changlin nodded emphatically. He was like a puppet on a string, completely under Han Xinyue's control.
He scurried over to the sofa, his eyes burning as they locked onto Han Xinyue. If I didn't have to consider this woman's status, I would have pounced on her long ago!
"Great Tributor, take off your pants first."
