After Li Lanhao returned to his room, he stripped completely bare and leaped straight into the bath. True, though—having suffered two of the Fatty Woman's Berserk blows, he had nearly said his goodbyes to the world.
Yet once he calmed down, Li Lanhao's mind was flooded entirely with images of that single moment when he had squeezed the Fatty Woman's breasts. A twenty-year-old youth, aside from his mother, he hadn't even held a girl's hand. For the scenes that had just transpired to leave his heart as still as water would have taken a miracle.
Li Lanhao felt like he was dying of sheer torment. Soaking in cold water like this, he still felt his entire body burning with lust. Fortunately, Li Lanhao had only exposed his thick, dark hair and his sturdy, muscular back.
Chapter 101