Chapter 467

Li Jia's supple body, radiating scalding heat, squeezed into Yang Fan's embrace. She clung to him like a clingy demon fox, her breath as fragrant as orchids when she whispered by his ear, "Turn off the lights."

"But I want to see your sexy body!" Yang Fan laughed.

Groping around was always lacking something.

"Then let's go to the storeroom." Li Jia's breath was getting hurried.

She seemed to have prepared herself already.

Yang Fan shifted the wooden mace from his right hand to his left and scooped up Li Jia with a princess carry, striding into the storeroom.

This small, somewhat cluttered room had almost become their happy sanctuary.

Under the not-so-bright light of the flashlight, Li Jia was like a ripe peach. Freshly bathed, her face glowed with a dewy pink, her eyes and brows revealing a shy charm. It was as if sparks were flying in her gaze, as if ripples were about to surge forth.