So fragrant!
The fragrance on Sister Jing Shu is light, a bit serene.
Xiaobei leaned closer, looking at her snow-white neck, really wanting to bury himself in it.
She's different from Aunt Yulan, younger, more fashionable, with light makeup and dressed very delicately, her figure also more slender and fine, no wonder that old thing Wang Baogui couldn't resist.
"What are you doing?"
Li Jingshu noticed, her face slightly flushed.
Her heart couldn't help but tremble, recalling the scene in Jiang City where this big boy treated her below, that dexterous big hand, as if magic, brought her unforgettable pleasure.
Sometimes, she would think of it, missing that feeling.
He probably still doesn't know what that bump he touched that day actually was, right?
That is the most sensitive part of a woman...
"Nothing! Just seeing what dishes there are!"
Xiaobei felt guilty, stepping back a bit.
