Aoyama Xiu Xin really liked visiting the Takizawa family.
It gave him a feeling like he was right at home.
From whence you come, you shall ultimately go.
Except for virgins, that is.
"Master... it's Xiu Xin, come on in."
This time, it was Hashimoto Miho who opened the door for him.
Wearing a homely camisole nightgown that clung to her delicate body, she encapsulated alluring curves with white lace trim embellishing the neckline, her skin faintly visible beneath, and similarly laced at the hem, her legs long, white, and tender.
Well over 30, yet she maintained herself just like a young girl.
You can only say that being wealthy is great.
The chicks of rich people have such a long shelf life.
"Thank you, madam." Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed respectfully and followed her into the living room.
Sitting on the couch and reading, Takizawa Shikou set his book down, "Xiu Xin is here, come take a seat."
