Ruan Mengmeng's nose, mouth, and face were all pressed into li junyu's firm and firm chest.
She could clearly feel the rise and fall of li junyu's tight chest.
And that flat and firm eight-pack, every time the man spoke or laughed, it would shake slightly.
Ruan Mengmeng had never experienced such a feeling before.
It's like ... It's like she's fallen deep into a man's charm and can't extricate herself.
This wasn't the Tang monk, this was the Bullsh * t tang monk! This was clearly a beautiful man transformed from a thousand-year-old fox demon, who was here to seduce her soul and suck her blood!
"Y-you, quickly let go of Yingluo. If, if this goes on, I'll bleed to death!" Ruan Mengmeng did not even dare to push li junyu away with her hands.
The feeling under the palm of his hand was just too good. It was moderately soft, firm, and full of elasticity.
