Wang Caishan, who had just said no, was now instinctively responding to Lin Tian, her arms already wrapped around Lin Tian's neck.
When the long, heated kiss ended, Lin Tian gasped and said, "Sister Caisan, I have a fiancée, and I can't take responsibility for you, but I will take care of you and your daughter, ensuring you both don't worry about food and clothing, trust me!"
Wang Caishan's heartbeat raced, her chest fluttering like a frightened deer.
Her face flushed with redness, she murmured softly, "You... you've already gone this far... why even ask me..."
Wang Caishan had agreed!
There was nothing more to say, Lin Tian's mouth once again captured her lips in a wolfish kiss, his hands exploring all over her body.
Lin Tian subconsciously used the "Eighteen Hands of Intimacy," a massage technique that could stir a woman's desire, and wherever Lin Tian's hands touched, Wang Caishan felt her body heat up in response.