Lin Tian took the opportunity to come over to Li Miaofu, and in one motion, he had this delicate and lovely girl in his arms, even grabbing her pert little bottom.
"Were you eavesdropping outside the door just now?" Lin Tian asked.
"I... I wasn't..."
Li Miaofu, both embarrassed and anxious, struggled to break free from Lin Tian's embrace but was unable to do so no matter what.
Lin Tian was so strong, and her own strength was pitifully small in comparison, of course, she couldn't escape Lin Tian's clutches.
Lin Tian's hands wandered all over Li Miaofu's charming body, even slipping inside her clothes.
Lin Tian also applied a bit of his Eighteen Hands of Intimacy massage technique, how could Li Miaofu possibly withstand that?
Before long, Li Miaofu was panting and covered in a fragrant sweat.
Seeing Li Miaofu's cheeks flushed as if blood would drip from them, Lin Tian was so enchanted he thought he would die.
