Third Young Master Jun felt his mouth dry, his gaze unable to detach from her legs.
Ye Lu's bewitching eyes hazy, the picture of a Persian cat as she bent over towards him, her half-opened robe revealing infinite splendour. His eyes feasting on such a sight, his breaths became increasingly heavier.
And she extended her delicate hand, pulling his rough palm onto her snow-white leg, leading him up along her petite, lovely ankle and her slender, tender leg...
"You wicked little nymph—" Third Young Master Jun growled through gritted teeth, out of patience. With a stretch of his long arm, he hooked her slender waist and pushed her down onto the soft carpet.
If he could remain unfazed by this enchanting and exquisite woman, then he is not a man.
He has always been a perfectly normal, capricious man. This is not the first time he's lost, and it won't be the last. He's thoroughly enchanted by this nymph, willingly succumbed under her skirt.