C58 Responsible

Du Weiwei entered the room, her pink silk nightgown hugging her curves and accentuating her shapely figure. Bathed in the soft yellow light, her beauty took on an ethereal quality.

Liu Gaang had seen Weiwei in this attire before, yet the sight of her slender, pale legs beneath the flowing silk still sent a wave of restlessness through him.

"Do you still want a massage, Weiwei?" Liu Gaang asked