"So, what are you going to do?"
Yang Chuxia sneered wickedly, "Continue to take you down." As she said this, she struggled to free her hand from Ye Zi'an and continued to reach down.
"Haha, if my wife wants to take me down, I can't refuse." Ye Zi'an pulled himself together, cleared his throat, and said, "Come on!"
With that, he closed his eyes, looking as though he was giving her free rein.
Yang Chuxia was dumbfounded!
After a while, when she didn't make a move, Ye Zi'an opened his eyes and smirked, "So, turns out even my wife can be shy." He paused, then continued, "Something like this is too physically demanding; you should leave it to me."
Without waiting for Yang Chuxia's reaction, he kissed her deeply, and his hands began to wander.
Then, Yang Chuxia felt something hot pressing against her, thinking, damn, Brother An is turning into a horny demon.
A moment later, Ye Zi'an murmured, "Ah, what a pity."
"What's a pity?"