Over there, Chen Ziyang's swim trunks were bulging high; if they weren't so stretchy, they might have burst.
Aunt Ye raised her head, her eyes full of seduction.
"What do you say? Fancy a tumble on the beach?"
"A live show, huh?"
Chen Ziyang laughed. "Do we really need to go all out?"
"Scared, are you?"
Aunt Ye taunted.
Actually, Aunt Ye wasn't without temper.
Just now in the car, she had watched Chen Ziyang being serviced by three women.
When they arrived at the presidential suite, she had given the opportunity to Yang Muxue.
Although she appeared unruffled on the surface, a fire was already blazing inside her!
Chen Ziyang could certainly detect the provocative tone in Aunt Ye's words.
"You're not scared, so what am I afraid of?"
Saying this, Chen Ziyang stood up, pulled Aunt Ye's delicate body into his arms, and kissed her tender lips.
Aunt Ye hadn't expected Chen Ziyang to take action so abruptly.