Jiang Xi's hand wandered around Zhao Ruifeng's waist, and her fair and tender little hand held the disobedient thing. Zhao Ruifeng only felt a warm stream spreading from the place Jiang Xi was holding to his whole body, and his mind went blank for a moment. Jiang Xi took the opportunity to take off his clothes and then stretched out her fair arms to hug him.
Zhao Ruifeng was speechless. His brain stopped working.
"Husband, your nose is bleeding," Jiang Xi said indifferently. Zhao Ruifeng hurriedly wiped it clean, but his eyes were burning like fire. His gaze fell on Jiang Xi, making Jiang Xi's face burn. He did not know whether to stop or continue.
The curtain by the bed slowly fell down, and only a sentence could be heard from inside.
"Xixi, I'm a little uncomfortable..." Zhao Ruifeng's voice was hoarse and confused, "Xi Xi, what's wrong with me?"
