Ye Fei, with his mastery of the Xuan Yang Art, had needs far exceeding those of an average man—more than tenfold.
Though he had thoroughly enjoyed himself the previous night, he couldn't resist the urge once again.
And since Lan Yueying wasn't someone he particularly cared about, he felt no need to suppress his desires.
Glancing around to ensure no one was paying attention, he swiftly slipped his hand into Lan Yueying's pants.
Feeling Ye Fei's touch, Lan Yueying's voluptuous body trembled violently. She turned to look at him, her large eyes filled with a mix of shyness and hesitation. She wanted to stop him but didn't dare speak up.
Her bashfulness only fueled Ye Fei's growing desire. His hand, initially resting on Lan Yueying's plump buttocks, slowly began to move toward the center.
"You little devil!"
