The driver snapped out of his daze; despite the faint smell of semen, her fragrant breath still stirred a strange excitement within him. He immediately turned the car around according to the address Zhao Ziran had given him.
Although the address was hidden, it wasn't difficult for a seasoned driver who had navigated the streets and alleys of Shanghai for over a decade to find it.
Soon, he arrived at the place.
Looking at the small house ahead, a genuine smile appeared on Zhao Ziran's face. It was the place where she and Xiao Dong had stayed during their last trip around the world.
It held a special meaning for her.
Entering the house, Zhao Ziran keenly noticed signs that the room had been disturbed. A thought flashed through her mind—had Xiao Dong returned?
A surge of excitement rose within her, but before she could even move to investigate, a tall figure approached from behind.
Tang Lin coldly surveyed the scene, remaining silent.
In truth, he didn't consider himself a follower of the Luo family father and son, and he didn't really care about Zhao Ziran's purpose in being there.
However, he also didn't believe Zhao Zhiran could escape his grasp. He was a "Transformation Realm" martial artist, and had recently gained extraordinary power.
He admitted that he had been briefly distracted by the draining power and hadn't been able to pay attention to what Zhao Zhiran was doing.
But even if it happened again, he didn't believe that Zhao Zhiran could do anything beyond his control in such a short time.
Zhao Zhiran gracefully rose and deliberately bypassed Xiao Dong's room.
Then she went to her own room… As soon as she entered, she was certain that Xiao Dong had been there, because he had neatly tidied up her clothes, including her casually scattered underwear. There was no one else besides Xiao Dong.
And sure enough, Tang Lin followed her in step by step. Entering this tidy room, which exuded a feminine style, a fiery and restless expression appeared on Tang Lin's face.
Zhao Ziran's lips curled slightly as she sat atop the edge of the bed, her rounded, full buttocks pressed against the soft mattress, creating an indescribable peach-petal shape.
One of her long, slender legs, clad in black stockings, was slightly raised. A delicate silver-soled high heel framed her long, graceful foot, its smooth, plump skin as soft as lamb's fat, its radiant complexion visible even through the sheer stockings.
She struck a strangely alluring pose, her gaze not on Tang Lin, but fixed on a certain drawer, her expression slightly distracted.
Tang Lin, naturally sensitive to such gazes, withdrew his greedy eyes from Zhao Ziran's alluring body, walked to the drawer, and yanked it open.
His eyes lit up at the sight of what was inside.
A whole drawer of lace lingerie, its styles incredibly seductive, appeared before him.
On top of the table was a set of semi-transparent red lingerie, which caught his eye the most.
It consisted of a few simple, delicate red silk ribbons, covered with a layer of semi-transparent red gauze and lace. The panties were simply a few silk ribbons with a red lace butterfly embroidered on them, a small piece of transparent fabric barely covering a third of his pubic area.
He smiled and picked up the lingerie. Not far away, Zhao Ziran's beautiful eyes widened, her gaze fixed on the lingerie, slightly lost in thought.
How could it be that lingerie?
It was something she had specially bought on Shiki Island, a place known for its thriving sex industry, after her trip around time with Xiao Dong. She had originally intended to wear it for him… but for various reasons, she had hesitated and hadn't been able to.
And this "decisive" lingerie, naturally, was something she had carefully kept hidden away.
But, perhaps out of some inexplicable shyness, unwilling to let Xiao Dong see it, she hid it at the very bottom of the drawer?
Zhao Ziran did indeed intend to seduce Tang Lin to gain a certain degree of freedom of movement, but she never considered wearing this lingerie, meant only for Xiao Dong, in front of other men…
Zhao Ziran bit her cherry lips, a struggle flashing in her eyes, but now she had no choice but to wear it, otherwise, when Tang Lin became suspicious…
Suddenly, she gracefully stood up, took off her white coat, and instantly revealed a fair, jade-like, exquisitely curvaceous body clad in black stockings.
She lifted her leg, pulled down her lace panties, and unhooked her bra, instantly revealing a pair of large, full, snow-white breasts.
Her full breasts, heavy and firm, hung like bright moons, their nipples slightly upturned, their cherry-pink areolas prominently displayed, and the alluring, recessed nipples peeked out from their slightly closed slits.
Because they were usually hidden within the areolas, her nipples were exceptionally pink and tender, like freshly peeled water chestnuts glistening with water, or cherry blossom buds about to bloom.
Then, Zhao Ziran removed her stockings, revealing skin as white as cream and as smooth as ivory.
She gently took the lingerie from Tang Lin's hands.
And so, she put it on in front of everyone… When she put it on, Tang Lin's breathing suddenly became heavy.
Because it was even more alluring than being naked.
Zhao Ziran's upper body was almost naked, her rounded, slender, snow-white shoulders and alluring collarbones exposed, and delicate red lace ribbons crisscrossing around her slender neck. Several red lace ribbons were wrapped around her snow-white neck, crossing below her collarbone and connecting to semi-transparent lace triangles on either side, encasing her full, white breasts.
They formed an X shape.
A single thread connected her breasts, stretched taut by her teardrop-shaped, firm breasts, as if about to snap.
Besides the patterned lace around the top and bottom, the inner layer of the bra was entirely made of semi-transparent pale red gauze.
The round, ball-like breasts and pointed nipples were clearly visible, adding a touch of hazy allure.
Below, needless to say, the red lace ribbons were purely decorative.
A small, semi-transparent piece of fabric covered her snow-white, full mons pubis, just enough to conceal the sparse pubic hair; the deep red lace pattern outlined a fluttering butterfly.
Two thin red lines connect to the bottom, outlining one of the plump labia, full of allure.