Fan Tian swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Ya Fei served up a fine dish indeed!
He was very satisfied.
The ingredients were fresh as well.
The pretty clam opened and closed, its meat pink and tender, without a single trace of darkening.
It seemed this abalone was top-grade, exceedingly tender.
It was absolute ultimate cuisine, a feast for the eyes.
Yet how would it taste?
A bit uneasy, Fan Tian raised his backside, brought his nose close, and sniffed.
Ya Fei lowered her head, looking down at Fan Tian, her face flushed and her delicate body trembling.
As she watched Fan Tian bring his face over with an earnest expression, she felt a bit scared.
And a bit excited.
She had already brought out her all, even her most private parts, solely to win the favor of this man.
A woman's body, soul, dignity, and even those continually seeping bodily fluids!
Fan Tian frowned.
The scent was somewhat fishy.
Whether due to the hot weather or Ya Fei's nervousness and shame, a few unknown liquids were trickling down from her thighs within the dark jungle.
Moist.
Gazing intently at Ya Fei's small mouth biting a writing brush, Fan Tian then shifted his gaze to the other pair of lips.
The dark hair was slightly tangled, and though soaked in juices, it still grew luxuriantly.
This abalone had certainly been carefully groomed, otherwise the odor would have been even stronger.
Fan Tian thought to himself.
He just wondered how it tasted.
It was probably a bit salty.
Fan Tian smacked his lips.
Ya Fei was remarkably bold.
Her sexual tension was maxed out.
However... it was still not enough...
Suppressing his urge to stick out his tongue and taste for saltiness, Fan Tian raised his head to look at Ya Fei.