In the room, Jing Tong was lying on the man's chest in a daze, and she could only pant.
Jiang Yu's Adam's apple bobbed as he stroked her back with his big hand and said in a low and hoarse voice, " "Yingluo, do you still want to play? You're welcome to do so at any time."
Jing Tong's face turned red, and she was so angry that she almost became a pufferfish. Her hand slid to the side of the man's waist without hesitation.
You can't kick, right? Then she would twist it!
However, as soon as she touched him, she realized how stupid her idea was-this man did not have any fat on his body, only hard muscles. She had used all her strength, but she could not twist him at all.
She was so angry that she almost wanted to kick him again. Fortunately, she managed to react halfway and held back.
The man chuckled, his chest shaking.
Jing Tong was extremely angry. He clenched his fist and ruthlessly smashed it on his chest, but he grabbed his wrist.
