“Secretary Qin said that the lady is not safe alone, so this subordinate should come to take care of her,” Old Eleven stood outside the pool, staring fixedly at her white body hidden by the spring water, especially the pair of full breasts barely visible. His blood instantly rushed to his head, his gaze turning red, his whole body burning hot, difficultly taking two steps forward, when he heard Ye Hui say: “Is that so? Then stand guard outside the pool.”
Ah? He suddenly felt disappointed, standing motionless outside the pool, his eyes only on her, only on her bathing silhouette.
Ye Hui understood her words were a bit cruel, but she had just experienced a passionate encounter and didn’t want more. Moreover, her feelings for these two guards were not as deep as her first and second husbands, nor as fond as towards Mu Qi, and as for Li Weichen, he ranked fourth in her heart.
Ye Hui finished bathing, looked up, and saw Old Eleven’s dejected expression, feeling a bit soft-hearted. In this society, women were rare, and it was truly difficult for men to get a share.
Not wanting to bathe anymore, she stood up from the pool, walking to the outside with a calm expression, though actually nervous, her arm across her chest, covering her full breasts: “If you want to touch, just touch a few times, but I don’t want to do anything.”
The scene of a beauty emerging from the bath was radiant, like a rainbow passing over a budding flower, fragrance filling the air.
Old Eleven, inexperienced in male-female relations, didn’t understand her “I don’t want to” and only heard her speak. At this moment, his eyes and heart were only for her. He stepped forward, tightly embracing her. The body soaked in hot springs was incredibly soft and fragrant, touching her chest was indescribably wonderful. At this moment, Old Eleven would rather die on her body.
His rough hand caressed, rubbing a few times, then moved away, burying his head and biting a nipple.
