[A Twisted Love Amidst the Demon's Descent into the City] (Chapter 23)

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Chapter 23 Tang Qian's Embarrassment After enjoying herself

at Lin Ziyu's house for an hour or so, and then being delayed for another half hour by the two men smoking on the way back, it was already past five o'clock when she returned to the entrance of

the residential area . Some of the young people who went to work outside had already returned home,

and the entrance was bustling with pedestrians, much more lively than during the day.

"Fang Yan!"

Fang Yan was still thinking about what had just happened. She kept turning her hands over and over,

but couldn't make heads or tails of it. Thinking it was a hallucination, she even broke off a few branches to test it. Branches that she usually

couldn't snapped easily between her hands. This made things even worse, becoming increasingly strange and

inexplicable.

She couldn't figure things out while thinking about it, so when she reached the entrance of the residential area, she simply stopped worrying about it. Thinking of

her , with her quiet temperament and voluptuous figure, she figured she must have already prepared dinner and was waiting for her

to return. Her stomach began to rumble. Just then, a soft cry came from behind her.

Fang Yan turned around and saw the woman next door, a woman with a youthful face and large breasts. The white two-seater Mercedes was small yet

elegant, and her stunningly beautiful baby face peeked out from the window, wearing large, dark purple glasses that

almost covered half her face, making her look playful and adorable.

"Sister Qian, what's up? Something wrong?"

Tang Qian waved to Fang Yan, the beaded chain on her wrist shimmering in the sunlight. "Get in, I'll take you

there ."

Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking, "Has the sun risen in the west?" Looking at the alluring woman in the car, with her baby

face, sweet voice, and adorable dimples and fangs, the twenty-two-year-old woman seemed more like a child.

Fang Yan got into the car through the right door and sat down. As Tang Qian started the car, Fang Yan laughed, "Sister Qian, you usually

refuse to let me ride in your car. What's wrong today?"

Tang Qian usually cherished her car and looked up to people of

her social standing, rarely considering Fang Yan's family, a commoner. She was a little embarrassed by his words, brushing a strand of slightly curled hair behind

her ear , and laughed, "How could that be? Those times it was indeed inconvenient for Sister Qian to give you a ride."

"Really? I thought Sister Qian was worried I'd get your car dirty."

Fang Yan was joking; he always found teasing this married woman quite amusing.

Tang Qian, not one to think things through, blurted out, "Of course I'm scared, the car is very expensive."

Realizing her words were hurtful, she smiled sweetly at Fang Yan like she was coaxing a child, adding, "But,

Sister Qian isn't talking about you, okay?"

Fang Yan smiled and said it was alright. Tang Qian, thinking she'd covered it up, then eagerly asked,

"Fang Yan, is this your first time riding in such an expensive car?"

Fang Yan was speechless. He thought to himself, "My mom only bought this Toyota Corolla because she doesn't want to be too flashy—elegant

and understated. Besides, even though this Mercedes is expensive, my godmother's wealth is enough to buy a whole bunch of them as toys.

" "It really is my first time,"

Fang Yan flattered. Tang Qian's face immediately lit

up . Her childlike antics made Fang Yan's heart itch; he couldn't resist the urge to teach her a lesson.

Fang Yan smiled and remained silent, thinking to himself that this woman was truly self-centered. Just now, when she got into the car, she was sneaking glances at his

shoes , her eyes darting around mischievously. She really thought he was

some country bumpkin, without considering that Fang Yan had such a devoted family woman at home. Fang Yan, in terms of both clothing and demeanor, was a hundred times better than her husband.

The car was filled with the scent of a woman's body and perfume, elegant and pleasant. Fang Yan leaned back in his seat,

his eyes fixed on the woman driving. Her long, slightly wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, her plump face glowed with a rosy hue,

her nose was high and beautiful, and her red lips were painted with a clear, glossy lip gloss. Her large breasts

were accentuated by the seatbelt, which crossed over them. She wore a slightly sheer long dress, and even with her buttocks sunken into the seat,

their firmness and fullness were still visible. The knee-length skirt rode up as she sat, revealing her sexy, beautiful legs

in thin black stockings, and her bright red high heels were striking.

She looked like a doll, yet exuded a mature charm from head to toe; she was truly tempting.

As the car pulled into the underground parking garage, Fang Yan was about to say thank you and leave when Tang Qian called out in a coquettish voice, "Fang Yan,

could you help me with this?"

Fang Yan turned around and understood why she'd let him ride in the car—it was so he could carry a bag of

rice weighing about 20 pounds upstairs.

Tang Qian raised her large eyes slightly and pointed at the bag of rice as if it were a given. "Be careful not to spill it; it's Thai rice

from work , it's expensive."

"It's not that heavy, is it even 20 pounds?" Fang Yan

laughed, looking at the bag of rice.

Tang Qian thought to herself, "How can you be so inconsiderate? Did I bring you back for nothing?" She coughed twice, fiddling with the beads on her

wrist pretending not to hear.

Fang Yan was somewhat speechless, but then he remembered that it wasn't exactly elegant for a stylish, petite woman to carry a bag of rice upstairs .

He smiled, picked up the bag, and left. Tang Qian, carrying her ever-present LV handbag, followed gracefully

behind, her heels clicking crisply on the floor.

"Where do I put this?" It was

Fang Yan's first time in Tang Qian's house, and he didn't know where the kitchen was, so he stopped at the door and asked Tang Qian.

"Oh dear, change your shoes!"

Tang Qian bent down to get new slippers from the shoe cabinet. Her rounded buttocks were unusually perky, and her skirt, pulled up high, revealed half of her

smooth, jade-like legs, making her even more alluring under her black stockings. When she turned and handed a pair of new slippers to Fang Yan

, the low-

cut . Although covered by a black lace bra, the exposed white flesh

was still enough to make one's heart flutter.

Seeing Fang Yan change his shoes, Tang Qian straightened up and pointed to the kitchen, saying, "Put it in the kitchen."

Fang Yan suppressed his urge to have sex with her, took the rice to the kitchen, and, not knowing what Tang Qian was doing,

shouted, "All done."

"Okay, you can go back now. Close the door behind you."

The voice wasn't very clear; it must have been from inside the room.

"That woman, she doesn't even say thank you."

Fang Yan muttered something to himself, preparing to change his shoes and leave, when he noticed the master bedroom door was ajar, with faint

sounds . Remembering Tang Qian's ample breasts, a strong sense of curiosity arose

within him. He opened the door slightly, then slammed it shut, and walked towards the bedroom.

When his hand touched the door, Fang Yan didn't feel particularly nervous, but he still carefully and

gently pushed it open a crack. The curtains seemed to be drawn, making the room somewhat dark, but

this didn't hinder Fang Yan's enjoyment of the view that came into view.

The petite yet voluptuous Tang Qian was taking off her skirt. With a gentle flick of her wrists, the skirt

slid down her skin like water,

revealing Fang Yan. Most alluring were her pink lace panties,

barely visible from behind, nestled deep in her buttocks. Her round, firm buttocks were incredibly alluring, her plump cheeks

white and smooth – truly captivating. Beneath her buttocks, her straight, shapely legs were alluring, clad in

sheer black stockings that made her calves appear as smooth as satin. Fang

Yan couldn't help but swallow hard, gradually pushing the door open wider.

As she removed her skirt, Tang Qian's soft, white arms reached behind her back. With a gentle press, her black lace

bra slipped off, revealing two exceptionally full breasts that bounced open. Even from behind, Fang Yan

could still see their unusual fullness and plumpness from the side, their movement arousing.

Completely unaware of anyone at the door, Tang Qian turned and placed one leg on the mattress. Her hands lightly rubbed

the opening of her stockings as she slowly removed the silent, ultimate black temptation, revealing more and more of her fair, delicate thighs.

The entire movement was elegant and slow, incredibly alluring. Especially from her side, her large breasts were completely

exposed to Fang Yan's gaze. Despite their size, they showed no signs of sagging, remaining exceptionally perky, with tiny, pink nipples the size of

soybeans .

Tang Qian was incredibly confident in her beauty, even admiring herself while changing clothes. Thinking of the dazed looks men

gave her, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. After removing her stockings, she stretched out her arms,

staring down at her impressive figure, and couldn't help but spin around twice. But in that instant of self-admiration,

she looked and saw a boy leaning against the door, touching his chin with his fingers, shaking his head slightly, and even making clicking

noises.

"Ah!"

Tang Qian, now only wearing a small pair of underwear, cried out in surprise, instinctively covering

her ample breasts with her hands.

"You...you...why didn't you leave? Still here...peeping...what are you trying to do?"

Panicked, Tang Qian stammered, her attempt to cover her breasts revealing her private parts, barely covered by a small piece of cloth

, to Fang Yan. The most intimate area was even openwork, the dark skin clearly visible.

"Watching you change clothes?"

Fang Yan looked at Tang Qian innocently, which was quite shameless. However, the usually proud and vain housewife looked

panicked , and Fang Yan couldn't help but want to tease her.

"You...you..."

Tang Qian couldn't believe this little pervert was so brazenly peeping at her while she changed, and he even spoke with

such self-righteousness, as if it were her duty to let him watch her change. "Get out of here right now, or I'm calling the police!" "

Call the police to say what? That you had the neighbor bring rice up so you could peep at me while I was changing?"

Fang Yan chuckled, still leaning against the door, and pointed at Tang Qian's crotch. "You only know how to cover your top,

what about your bottom? What's the difference between wearing this little piece of cloth and not wearing anything at all? Why don't you take it off so I can

compare ?"

Hearing Fang Yan's flippant tone, Tang Qian wanted to kill him. Saying she was calling the police was just a bluff; if he really did,

her reputation would be ruined. She quickly grabbed a sheet to cover herself. "You...you go away, and I'll pretend this

never happened, or...otherwise, you'll be sorry!"

"I know you're going to say your father-in-law is some kind of government director, and your husband knows a lot of important people."

Fang Yan took out his phone, checked the time, and chuckled. "Okay, I'm scared. I'm going back to eat. You can change your clothes

slowly ."

Fang Yan turned around but then suddenly turned back, startling Tang Qian, who took several steps back in a panic.

"Don't be scared, I just wanted to tell you something."

"Tell...tell what?"

Fang Yan saw the beautiful woman clutching the bedsheet tightly to cover her ample body, her face pale, looking at him warily

. The pleasure of teasing her intensified. He pointed at Tang Qian's chest, suddenly giving it a hard pinch, and teasingly

said, "Your breasts are big, perfect for a milk cannon..."

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