Chen Mo still inquired about the original names of the two women.
Finally, he learned that the elder sister, Dong Lan, was originally called Lin Fei'Er.
The younger sister was Lin Qian'Er.
Chen Mo held Lin Fei'Er in his arms, one large hand reaching for the fabric button on her collar, gently undoing it: "From now on, I'll call you Fei'Er and Qian'Er."
Lin Fei'Er's delicate body had already curled up.
Lin Qian'Er's face turned red as she watched, feeling a bit at a loss, she nodded.
Chen Mo smiled with his eyes but then frowned immediately, why were these clothes so difficult to remove?
Lin Qian'Er seemed to notice Chen Mo's embarrassment, with a flushed little face, she said: "Master, I... I will do it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Qian'Er heard the sound of tearing.
Sister Lin Fei'Er's thin skirt had been torn into pieces, revealing large areas of skin, and Chen Mo buried his head into her...
Lin Qian'Er's face turned a deep crimson as she watched.
