"Uncle, be gentle..."
Even though Han Anniang was a mature woman and had experienced countless pleasures with Chen Mo, she was never a match for him. Even though she was a Grade-Entering Martial Artist, Chen Mo's strength had increased significantly, and she could barely keep up with his rhythm.
Her fair arms wrapped around Chen Mo's neck, head tilted back like a proud swan, slightly plump, with her ample bosom sitting in Chen Mo's lap.
Han Anniang's hair was completely drenched in sweat, sticking to her forehead, cheeks, neck, and shoulders.
Her breath slightly faltered, her voice tinged with a tremor, she said, "Uncle, why don't we move out of the government office?"
Chen Mo was taken aback, looked down at Han Anniang's charming face, and asked, "What's wrong?"
