Just as Lin Kuang's head was overheating and he was about to make a move, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from upstairs. Clearly, Liu Shilin and the Witch had finished their bath and were coming out.
Hearing this, Lin Kuang's feverish mind instantly cleared, and he shot Lin Guo'er a fierce glare. "You little vixen, consider yourself lucky!"
"Come on," Lin Guo'er giggled, "I'm still waiting for you to have your way with me."
Seeing Lin Kuang back down, Lin Guo'er couldn't help but tease him. In truth, she had been extremely nervous just a moment ago and had only feigned calmness. Now that she saw he'd lost his nerve, she felt a surge of confidence and began to poke fun at him.
Seeing this, Lin Kuang fumed. He understood her intentions perfectly, but at this moment, he truly didn't dare to act.
He lowered his head, and his gaze fell upon the snowy expanse of Lin Guo'er's chest. He couldn't help but lean down and bite her fair bosom fiercely.
