"Hmph! Even if you don't say it, I know you're definitely serving women."
Yun Chan snorted coldly, but her voice gradually turned coquettish under Yang Cheng's massage.
"But serving them and serving you is different. They're guests, and you are my wife."
Yang Cheng spoke sweet words with ease.
"Smooth talker!"
Yun Chan snorted coldly, yet her heart was sweetened; she finally understood why girls in the village often giggled when they were in love.
Seeing her so happy, Yang Cheng's hands moved gently, his warm hands sliding down her waistline, kneading her perky buttocks. They felt soft but resilient, making him reluctant to let go.
His fingers opened and closed, sliding down between her legs, fingers gently caressing the tender spot.
"Ah... Mm..."
Yun Chan couldn't help but moan softly; she couldn't believe she could make such alluring sounds, as if her bones were going to melt.
