Sang Xia looked at him. There was still no expression on his face. She did not know if he was really serious or just pretending.
rong zhan watched as she squatted down in front of him. his long and strong body tensed up, and his long and narrow eyes stared at her without blinking, mixed with deep desire.
Sang Xia lowered her body and continued to help him wipe his lower body and legs.
In the eyes of others, he seemed to be serving her, but sang Xia did not think so.
If two people were in love, why would they care so much from the bottom of their hearts?
Each other's places also belonged to each other.
Rong Zhan had been eyeing her covetously, but looking at her in this warm space, the hair on her forehead was wet and there was a thin layer of sweat. Seeing her cleaning his body tirelessly, he suddenly felt that he deserved to die.
He pulled sang Xia up and asked her, " wife, are you tired? stop wiping.
