Just this alone made him feel very comfortable.
"Don't stop, continue." He said.
When he said this, his voice was a little sexy. His voice was like a Bass Cannon, so good that it could make people's ears pregnant.
Mu Xiaoxiao smiled as she massaged him gently.
After a few minutes, Yin Shaojie turned over, held her hand, lay down on the side, and pulled her into his arms.
"Aren't you pressing it?" She asked.
Yin Shaojie shook his head. He kissed her forehead and said, " I'm afraid your hands will get tired. &Quot;
"No, I can still press it for a while. Do you feel better?" Mu Xiaoxiao was worried about his condition.
Yin Shaojie's thin lips were on the side of her face, kissing her little by little. It was intimate but not too much.
"I'm much better."
