Su Mengyan was already at her wit's end. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she instinctively reached out to touch her son's cock.
The moment her jade-like hand brushed against it, Wang Yue's "soft" member didn't just twitch—it sprang to life like a coiled steel trap. There wasn't a trace of fatigue left in it.
Xue Yan burst into a giggle. "See? I told you. There is nothing more powerful than a mother's touch!"
Su Mengyan realized instantly she'd been played. Her son had pranked her, and her daughter had probably been his co-conspirator through their soul-link. She shot Wang Yue a mock-annoyed glare.
"Mengyan was so worried... it looks like she really can't live without Yue'er's big stick," Xue Yan teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "In that case, the rest of us definitely need to test its power."
