Qin Ying lay prostrate, yet her gaze stealthily followed Song Tian, watching as his pants were stretched into a firm bulge, feeling both embarrassed and elated.
Even though she was of a certain age, she still had charm, capable of attracting a young man.
As for the romance between him and her daughter, Qin Ying had lost the energy to worry about it now.
And, the young man's package was so big, not to mention anything else, her daughter would definitely be blissfully happy in bed for the rest of her life.
The moment that thought crossed her mind, Qin Ying felt a sink in her heart and then tried hard not to think in that direction.
Qin Ying lay on the carpet, feeling her body heat up under Song Tian's burning gaze, even the seam of her pants starting to dampen.
Qin Ying swallowed hard and asked, "Song, could you do me a favor?"
"Sure!"
Song Tian hurried over, not even bothering to conceal his prominently tented pants.