Noble Lady's Ring

  Yang Ye Qing, with a half-serious and half-teasing attitude on the bed, said: "Breast augmentation? You're just stuffing yourself after eating too much. Your bust isn't big but it's not small either. Men don't necessarily like women with large breasts. There are also brainless women with large breasts."

  Han Yudie smiled and seemed to have become a great god after hearing this sentence, turned around and went back to take a bath. After a while, she came out of the bathroom wearing a transparent bathrobe, her eyes were seductive and charming as she looked at Yang Ye Qing, who was quietly lying on the bed reading "The Unbearable Lightness of Being".

  Han Yudie slipped into the quilt, then quickly and neatly took off the transparent bathrobe on her body. She had always had a habit of sleeping, deliberately rubbing her chest against Yang Yeqing's arm, teasingly saying: "Wife, you really listen to me, so quietly waiting for me."

  Yang Ye Qing felt helpless towards this mischievous Han Yu Die, wanting to kick her down with one foot, but Han Yu Die's hands were hooked around her neck, and the slippery feet below were also pressed against her legs, having a tendency of forcing herself on Yang Ye Qing. Yang Ye Qing had no choice but to put her on the desk, somewhat unable to bear her teasing, and said with a hint of pleading: "Stop messing around, little girl, go to sleep properly."

  Han Yudie parted her wet hair, a smell of shampoo spreading in the air, and said: "Ye Qing sister, my hair is not dry yet." She turned her eyes, sat up, and hummed, it was an old monk's sitting position. Very impressive, very satisfied with her own figure. "Sister Ye Qing, let's talk about Lin Dong that kid again?" Her gossiping heart was burning fiercely.

  Yang Ye Qing wouldn't have been so bold if she hadn't sat naked on the big bed, staring at the circular peak of this demon's Mount Qomolangma, and suddenly stretched out her hand to gently pinch it.

  Han Yudie let out a cry of "Ah!" and said: "How dare you flirt with me, Ye Qing sister, watch this."

  Han Yutie made a strong grab for the moon in the water, her hand directly reaching into Yang Ye Qing's shorts from underneath.

  "It's so smooth." Han Yudie made a sly face, giggling as she said it while touching her own thigh with one hand, "Seems like just barely. Ye Qing sister is indeed Ye Qing sister."

  Yang Ye Qing's thigh was touched by her, and she had some physical reaction. The fairy's fingers drew circles on her thigh, extremely ticklish.

  "Alright, alright. Can't I be wrong?"

  Han Yudie said: "Be honest, does Lin Dong have any unseemly thoughts about you?" Before Yang Ye Qing could respond, she muttered to herself, "If I were him, I'd also have ideas about a beauty like you."

  Yang Ye Qing responded wisely to Han Yu Die's question with the Tai Chi move "Four ounces can deflect a thousand pounds": "You've said so, then it's settled?"

  He Yudie's black eyes sparkled even brighter, her plump shoulders shrugged, and she smiled, rubbing her chin with her hand, extremely charming.

  "So I was right after all." Han Yudie said with a self-congratulatory tone, "I'm indeed a genius. But what about your identities? Aunt and nephew? Hmm, it's quite dramatic, enough to make a TV series."

  Yang Ye Qing knew that the demon would say some nonsense if he continued, so she deliberately yawned and stretched her waist: "So tired, sleep." After speaking, she lay down.

  Han Yudie didn't plan to let Yang Yeqing off so easily either, and lay down beside her, smiling slyly: "Sister Ye Qing, tell me your story, I'm in high spirits right now."

  Yang Ye Qing couldn't help but throw out a sentence: "You go yourself." He closed his eyes.

  Han Yudie flipped her body, with both hands grasping her chin and gazing at Yang Ye Qing's narrowed eyes: "Ye Qing sister, your eyelashes are so long and curved, take a look. It's a flawless face. I'm even getting a little hot-blooded." Her mischievous small hand touched Yang Ye Qing's towering chest again. Yang Ye Qing glared at her: "Stop touching."

  Han Yudie withdrew her hand and asked: "Ye Qing, after all these years, you've remained single. I was wondering if there wasn't a man who had entered your heart?"

  Yang Ye Qing fell silent for a moment, then smiled: "Maybe there is one."

  Han Yudie couldn't wait to ride on Yang Ye Qing's body, holding a whip and whipping her butt, asking "Who is it? Is it Ye Shang?"

  Yang Ye Qing nodded and shook her head, but the answer was always very vague.

  Han Yudie suddenly said seriously: "Ye Qing sister, Lin Dong is now also grown up and can let him find his own life. Are you going to fight for your own life too?"

  Yang Ye Qing understood her meaning and said: "I am still satisfied with my current life."

  "What I mean is that you need a man, need a relationship to nourish you, need a home. The leftover woman hat doesn't suit you. Love may be saying no to you all the time, but sometimes it just happens when you see someone pleasing to the eye. A plain and simple love is the real one."

  "You're so eloquent and logical in your argument, you can be a teacher."

  "Yeqing jie, I'm telling you the truth. You're already a woman in your thirties, and I don't want to see you spend the rest of your life alone."

  "It won't be."

  "With eyes so determined, tone so decisive. Attitude so clear. Could it be that you've had someone in mind all along?" Han Yudie leaned in close to Yang Yeqing, her bright red soft tongue lightly nibbling on the rounded edge of his ear, "Tell me, who is it?"

  Yang Ye Qing smiled and said: "You little girl won't rest until you've teased me, will you?"

  "That's because Ye Qing Jie is a national-level beauty. I'm so jealous, extremely jealous."

  "What's there to be jealous of? I'm already an old woman in my thirties, and now I even have wrinkles. Can you see?" Yang Ye Qing pointed at the corners of her eyes.

  "What kind of wrinkle is this, it's not even worth mentioning."

  "And you? How's your mood?" Yang Ye Qing asked.

  "Haven't met someone who can have a good conversation yet."

  "So there's someone you can generally talk to?"

  "So to speak."

  "Is it American or domestic?"

  "Domestic."

  "Do you have a family?"

  "Get out, I'd never be a mistress, how dare you say I'm a mistress. Just wait and see me make trouble for you."

  Han Yudie flipped over again, pressing down on Yang Ye Qing's body, and this time the two people's chests were squeezed together, with a perfect and seductive curve.

  "Stop it, I give up...... Don't touch down there, you little scoundrel...... Stop it."

  "Yeqing jie, touching is healthier. The feel is so good, no wonder men like to touch women's thighs."