Cheng Jiayao's small, boneless hand softly grasped that hefty object, proving her to be a master at catching mudskippers.
The Golden Cudgel, which was already as hard as iron, became even more fiery and blazing in her hand, yearning to find a place to cool off.
Yet, Lin Hao remained still, simply enjoying Cheng Jiayao's service.
Today, she wore a white short dress that just reached her knees, and sitting like this, it revealed her snow-white thighs.
Dong Yue's fierce bra slipped off, tumbling to the ground, as she symbolically covered her chest with her two Ru Lei, her face flushed with shyness.
No matter how liberated a woman might be, undressing herself in front of a man still comes with a slice of embarrassment.
Especially when her bra falls off, exposing her proud, tender Ru Lei to the air, like two grapes swaying in the wind.
Lin Hao had tasted her Ru Lei long before, yet over time, the flavor seemed to have slipped his mind.
