Bab 202: Chapter 202 The Prophet of Doom?

After he closed the shutter door, he immediately turned around, grabbed Yang Caiyun, and headed straight for the inner room.

At this moment, Chen Yang's mind was a complete blank, fully occupied with that matter.

Yang Caiyun felt the same.

Her expression was enticing, with a body supple like water.

The kind that seemed to exude water when pinched.

Although Yang Caiyun was somewhat older, her skin and figure were still surprisingly good.

Though not as vibrant and elastic as the younger ones like Nizi and Yang Ruoxi.

But she possessed a mature woman's enticing charm.

It was fatal really.

And Yang Caiyun was wearing black lace underneath...

Chen Yang's eyes nearly popped out.

"This is too magnificent," he muttered subconsciously as he looked at her taut appearance.

Yang Caiyun, her face flushed with shyness, actively pulled Chen Yang's hand.

Yang Caiyun's forwardness almost made Chen Yang explode on the spot!

Chen Yang was no longer polite.