Because she was about to leave, Pan Cuilian was incredibly enthusiastic.
Pan Cuilian pushed Cheng Yuan, seating him on the bed.
Under Cheng Yuan's gaze, Pan Cuilian gently bit her lip, her face exuding an intensely seductive expression, especially her captivating eyes which seemed to be extracting Cheng Yuan's soul!
She then boldly straddled Cheng Yuan's legs.
Her hands wrapped around Cheng Yuan's neck, she gazed longingly at his handsome face.
Ever since Pan Cuilian had mastered Divine Skill, her skin had improved dramatically; even from such a close distance, there wasn't a trace of acne or blemishes.
Her skin, tender enough to ooze water, was filled with collagen.
She looked no different from an eighteen-year-old girl.
At that moment, for Cheng Yuan, there was only Pan Cuilian in his eyes and heart.
"Sister Pan, you are so beautiful."
Cheng Yuan reached up to hook Pan Cuilian's slender waist and pulled her towards him, burying his face into her magnificent bosom.