"Herta, my dear wife... are we still grinding affection today?"
Holding the adorable, stunningly curvaceous girl in his arms, Lin Feng curled his lips into a slightly teasing smile.
Feeling that marshmallow softness and catching Herta's uniquely faint fragrance, Lin Feng found it a little hard to restrain himself.
Herta was just that sort of mysterious, charming girl-he never grew tired of looking at her.
"Hmph... it's already maxed out. You're not plotting something again, are you?"
Stepping back out of Lin Feng's embrace, Herta turned her face slightly aside and feigned aloofness.
"Hey... you little brat, you really do treat me like a tool, huh? Throwing me away once you're done?"
"That's right, that's right. I'm that kind of bad woman. What are you going to do about it?"
Crossing her arms over her chest, Herta pursed her lips, yet could hardly hide the faint smile at their corners.
"So... I'm going to punish you today. No running away..."
As she spoke, Herta's gaze turned sultry, an unusual, starry gleam shifting through her beautiful pale-purple eyes as she pushed Lin Feng down onto the large bed.
Her elegant pleated skirt traced her slender waist. Beneath its hem, her full, snow-white thighs shone lustrously in the morning sunlight, an indescribably tempting sight.
Lin Feng's gaze moved upward. The graceful curves of her breasts partly obscured Herta's exquisitely lovely, youthful face.
Her waterfall of flaxen hair danced gently in the late-summer breeze, a few strands veiling her eyes and lending her an added air of mystery and elegance.
People said August weather was as changeable as a child making faces.
Dark clouds drifted across the azure sky, which had been as clear as a blue mirror, and with the arrival of lightning, wind and rain came pouring down.
The pattering raindrops