And those deep valleys appeared especially enticing, with two long, slender, and straight legs.
Zhuge Fengqing's appearance was extremely beautiful, and her figure was very proportionate, truly perfect. Most importantly, her temperament had a classical aura, like a fairy descending to the mortal world, giving off an ethereal vibe.
"Young master, you don't have to be nervous, leave everything to me!" As she spoke, Zhuge Fengqing gently bit Ye Ling's ear and tenderly wrapped her arms around him.
Ye Ling shuddered, his mind a whirlwind of confusion.
"Young master, I will be very gentle!" Zhuge Fengqing said coquettishly, her eyes filled with a soul-stealing charm.
"Stop, stop, stop, Miss Zhuge!" Ye Ling forcefully suppressed the urge inside him and hastily spoke, while reaching out to hold Zhuge Fengqing's jade-like hand.
Zhuge Fengqing narrowed her eyes, her gaze swirling, she smiled seductively.
"What is it, young master?"
