The mature woman transformed into a little woman, her myriad charms were truly incomparable to a young girl.
And most importantly, it's Madam Gan's status.
Chen Mo embraced Madam Gan's voluptuous waist, sat down behind the desk, and softly said, "Madam, how long has it been since we last met?"
Madam Gan pondered for a moment, gestured with her fingers, and then softly said, "It's been two years and one month."
Back when Madam Gan left Wuguan, it was October of the Tenth Year of Xuanhe.
Now, it's November of the Second Year of Yong'an.
Chen Mo pushed the millstone, Madam Gan's figure grew even more voluptuous, the rich charm of a wife lingered, just a whiff was enough to stir the heart. Back then, the passionate entanglements at Wuguan, after so long, Chen Mo had almost forgotten the taste, now he could recall a bit.
The beautiful woman fluttered her curved lashes, suppressing her shyness, wrapped her lotus arms around Chen Mo's neck.
