"Yes, it hurts, Yingluo."
The little kitten was still in pain, and it let out a delicate moan.
Ruan Mengmeng was obviously not afraid of pain, but for some reason, li junyu's kiss seemed to be able to make her soul tremble.
Every time he attacked and entangled her, she could clearly feel that both her body and soul were calling out to him and blooming for him.
"Daughter? Mengmeng! Where does it hurt? Yingluo, what happened over there ..."
Ruan zhaotian's anxious voice could be heard from the other end of the phone.
Ruan Mengmeng quickly glanced at li junyu, who was still engrossed in his thoughts. She placed her little hand on his firm and wide chest and pushed him away with all her might.
my dad's on the phone, Wanwan, get out of the way, Wanwan. it was a small, suppressed voice, but it was very tempting.
He had only heard her timid, soft, and coquettish voice.
Li junyu suddenly felt a reaction from a certain part of his body.
Hmm ...
"Huh?"
