The temptation behind gentleness

Appearing some distance from Su Fan was a woman in her mid-twenties.

She wore a beige blazer with floral collars and a champagne-colored pencil skirt.

Her legs were clad in a pair of black stockings that might have been only 10D, or even thinner.

On her feet were eight-centimeter heels with black uppers and red soles.

She was Zhou Jie, Zhang Haitao's mistress, and was more than twenty years younger than him; Zhang Haitao was even older than her father.

When Zhou Jie came over, she naturally saw Su Fan as well.

She was here to collect some clothes.

Having prepared a chair on the ground, Zhou Jie began gathering clothes.

It wasn't until then that Su Fan realized all the messy clothes hanging on the nearby line were Zhou Jie's personal garments.

Not to mention various stockings, some were like ropes or just a few straps.

Su Fan simply couldn't understand how one would wear such clothes, or what use they served when worn.

However, as Zhou Jie raised her arms to collect the clothes, her beautiful curves were undeniably displayed in front of Su Fan.

Long, slender legs, perky, peach-like buttocks, full, tender breasts, and a snow-white swan neck.

Even though he only watched from a distance for a while, Su Fan couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

He began to fantasize in his mind how Zhang Haitao, riding this fiery steed, galloped along while opposite him, that stunningly beautiful face bore a seductive expression.

"No way!"

Su Fan quickly shook his head.

"Zhang Haitao is old, what match would he be for such a wild horse?"

"Forget about seductive expressions, if it's not a face full of disdain and disgust, consider it good."

Su Fan's thoughts were, of course, absolutely correct.

Zhang Haitao couldn't provide Zhou Jie with the true pleasure she craved.

Each time Zhou Jie just began to feel something, Zhang Haitao had already finished.

But Zhang Haitao kept a very tight watch on his cherished concubine!

He didn't allow Zhou Jie to go out when she was alone.

As for the men in the villa, if any approached Zhou Jie, that man could get lost.

In such circumstances, even if Zhou Jie was desperate, she couldn't find an opportunity to cheat.

Furthermore, Zhang Haitao did not allow her to use certain toys.

He worried that if she got too used to the toys, she would no longer excite him with the same thrilling tension.

This left Zhou Jie often tormented by inner flames, unable to sleep, for she was a proper woman whose normal needs should be satisfied.

Unfortunately, once inside Zhang Haitao's villa, many things were beyond her control.

"Oh no!"

As Su Fan watched Zhou Jie collecting clothes, her high heel suddenly twisted, causing her to fall from the tall chair towards the ground!

Zhou Jie was stupefied with fear, not even knowing to stretch out her hands to prevent herself from hitting the ground first.

"This foolish woman."

Su Fan found the situation amusing; the saying "like a wooden chicken" suited the current state of Zhou Jie perfectly.

He took large strides, quickly moving forward, and caught Zhou Jie as she was about to fall.

"Hm?"

Although Su Fan was somewhat enamored with Zhou Jie, this was still Zhang Haitao's home, and he wasn't here to impose himself, given that he had come here for a favor.

But in his hasty action, he ended up grabbing a soft, melon-like pair in his hand—what was he thinking?

The soft feel of them made Su Fan a bit reluctant to let go.

He couldn't help but give a squeeze, allowing the pair of little melons to shift shapes in his hands.