C350

"Creak, creak, creak ~"

Duan Xingtian sat in a palanquin made of emerald bamboo, leisurely looking at the scenery around him. Two female servants knelt beside him and cut open the fresh litchi for him, then placed it into his mouth one by one.

The two maids had a voluptuous figure and were clad in a layer of muslin that was better than nothing. It was easy to see them clearly.

With a gulp