'So plump and soft… as expected of a married woman.'
Li Feng smiled, feeling the soft sensation in his hand, which seemed different from Fen Ziyan.
Fen Ziyan was like a growing fruit—plump, soft, and full of youthful vitality, while a mature woman like Madam Yan felt like a ripe, soft, plump fruit at its peak.
All of them were are impressive in his opinion, each with their own pro and con.
And as a gentleman experienced in such matters, he would never reject an offer as obvious as this.
Just as he was about to use his other hand to grab her breast after seeing those shapely outlines through her black nightgown, which was drooping in front of him,
"Please enjoy the wine, Young Master,"
Madam Yan gracefully stood up with a smile and went back to her seat.
Li Feng blinked, his hand grabbing empty air.
He chuckled lightly, then immediately downed all the wine in one gulp.
Ting—the sound of the empty cup once again tapping against the table.
