Comfortable?
A faint blush appeared on sang Xia's cold face. She squinted her long and curly eyes and glanced at him lazily and tiredly. Then, she turned around and curled herself up.
Her fair and tender feet subconsciously rubbed against the bed sheet.
Her hands clutched the sheets tightly, causing them to crease slightly.
"Are you comfortable?"
Seeing that she was silent, Rong Zhan moved closer to her and laughed evilly. is it comfortable? I saw you tremble a few times. You were so tight, Yingluo.
"Rong Zhan, don't you have any sense of shame?"
Sang Xia could not hold it in any longer. Her ears were red. She gritted her teeth and turned around to kick him.
This b * tch took advantage of him and still acted innocent.
However, as soon as she kicked him, she pulled on the center of her leg. It was so painful that she couldn't help but tighten her leg.
"Don't think that I don't know how much you like your wife."
