Xiao Wuyue was in disbelief.
The two round sacs swinging haphazardly before her, splattering milky foam everywhere, assaulted her senses. They plucked at the strings of desire that lay dormant in her heart, stirring them to life. At her budding age, like a flower waiting to bloom, she was full of fantasies, yearnings, and even cravings for such matters. The scene before her ignited a blaze of desire within her.
In truth, seeing Chen Yang and Chen Jiali so brazenly engaging in such acts in broad daylight infuriated Xiao Wuyue. She desperately wanted to turn and leave. After all, the Xiao Family's wish was for her to become Chen Yang's woman to draw their families closer. She herself had a favorable impression of Chen Yang, charmed by his handsome and rugged demeanor. But who would have thought that right after the family banquet, he would be getting it on with that hussy, Chen Jiali, in the very villa the Xiao Family had just gifted him? That was why she was so angry.
