Eldest Young Master Grant noticed that the soft little hand had twisted his waist rather hard, and yet didn't stop, proceeding to reach under him. His body slightly stiffened, and his breath became hot again. The affection in his eyes glimmered like waves: "I told you, what reward do I get?"
Lily Shaw's eyes sparkled with a wicked glow. She slightly raised her head to smile at the stiffened man, her hand continuing downward: "Hmm? A reward, huh? Tell me, what reward do you want?"
"Wife, I don't want a reward. Just stop your hand from going down any further. Please, stop!" Eldest Young Master Grant gasped and let out a muffled grunt, while his big hand already captured the mischievous little hand, tightly holding it to prevent losing control and pinning the little enchantress in his arms to the ground!
He's about to be driven mad by this little enchantress. Such delicious flesh right before his eyes, yet he can only look at it. To a meat-eater like him, this is pure torture!
