Lin Fan teased her from the steps above, looking down at Yue Chan's Secondary Body, who was drenched in sweat and rather alluring.
He had to admit that Yue Chan was captivating at that moment. Her delicate figure curved in all the right places, her clothes clinging to her snowy skin, graceful enough to steal one's breath.
It was a beautiful scene. Even Lin Fan could not resist taking another look, studying her carefully with the appreciative gaze one gave a beautiful thing.
Without his noticing, Yue Chan had grown again. He felt as though the little one he had raised had matured, reaching the moment when a flower bloomed most brilliantly and was ready to be picked.
Dressed in white brighter than snow, Yue Chan naturally noticed the fellow above her. She glared at him indignantly and demanded in embarrassed anger, "Have you looked enough yet?"
"No. A lifetime wouldn't be enough." Lin Fan smiled, his large eyes still gleaming roguishly as he stared without restraint, as though he meant to see through every inch of her.
In an instant, Yue Chan's legs trembled, and her lovely face flushed scarlet, so vividly red it seemed about to drip blood. The distraction nearly made her fall under the field's pressure.
Yet what angered her most was that this wretched man did not even think to come help her. He simply stood there watching, making her grind her teeth and wish she could rush up and bite him to death.
The next moment, as though he knew what she was thinking, Lin Fan strode over and took hold of her pale, lotus-root-like arm with practiced ease, as if they had once been very intimate.
Of course, Lin Fan could not remain unaffected here either. His breathing quickened, and the air he