A pink skirt, blue clothes, sheer white stockings, snow-white skin-these different elements came together to make Wang Dong'er look like an angel.
Pink and delicate, dressed in only pink, blue, and white from head to toe, the exquisitely sculpted Wang Dong'er truly was beautiful.
What Qian Ran liked most was Wang Dong'er's beauty. Her looks alone could trounce the vast majority of this world's finest beauties.
Qian Ran rested his hand on Wang Dong'er's exposed waist. That delicate skin, as though it had been soaked in milk, was his favorite. He often covered Dong'er's lower abdomen with cream and honey; her flat, exquisite belly whetted the appetite. Besides the flavors of cream and honey, her natural fragrance mingled with them too.
Qian Ran could not describe what that felt like.
He could only say that it felt like heaven.
Eating was not just about enjoying the food. One also needed to enjoy the tableware.
Wang Dong'er truly was beautiful, and she was especially good at drawing the eye. There was really no flaw to be found in her delicate, rosy appearance. Even though Qian Ran often slept with her in his arms, he never grew tired of her.
Qian Ran held Wang Dong'er tightly, freely breathing in the fragrance emanating from the girl.
Huo Yuhao, however, was so furious at that moment that his entire face turned red.
"Dong'er, how could you be with him?" Huo Yuhao pointed at Qian Ran in fury. Earlier, when he had seen Zhu Lu with Qian Ran, he had secretly enjoyed it. After all, Dai Huabin was the one being cuckolded, not him. The more miserable Dai Huabin was, the happier he felt.
Yet barely any time had passed before it was his turn.
*When had Qian Ran laid his vile hands on Dong'er?