Inner thigh?
What did you just say? The wind is too strong, I didn't hear you clearly?
Jack tilted his head and looked at mu Yuan. Mu Yuan blinked his eyes ambiguously, and Jack could not help but think of some confusing stories that happened on his inner thigh in the dead of the night. He vaguely felt that his skin was a little hot, as if someone had licked it lightly. It was wet, warm, and gradually boiling hot.
Jack felt that he was going to be driven crazy by mu Yuan.
"Ah, you're hard."
"Shut up!"
