Hearing Fang Chunxin's words, Li Chuan felt a jolt of excitement.
To be honest, Fang Chunxin looked incredibly sexy, enchanting, and tempting in a short skirt and stockings.
"I see, no wonder you dressed so alluringly today."
Fang Chunxin's eyes were dreamy: "Isn't it nice? Mainly, I still don't want to get too intimate with you, it would feel unfair to my future husband..."
Before Fang Chunxin finished speaking, Li Chuan gently applied pressure with his finger, tearing open a slit in the alphabet stockings.
In response, Fang Chunxin used her delicate, fair hands to grasp little Chuan.
Fang Chunxin, whose body was usually cold, found her small hands becoming warm at this moment.
"Here... I want to taste you..."
Fang Chunxin's spirit was gradually becoming hazy, her breath growing rapid and heavy.
Li Chuan gently bit Fang Chunxin's earlobe: "Call me husband."
