Her voice was still a little confused, as if she was sighing at the first moment and subconsciously saying something.
'This waist is so thin. I have to touch it a few more times.'
Then, Ninth Master Huo felt a pair of hands moving around his waist. However, after hearing those four words, all the killing intent seemed to freeze in an instant.
Huo Xiting thought he had heard wrong. His smile froze and he let go of his hand.
Ye Beisheng gulped.
Huo Xiting's waist was really thin!
Was this the type of person who had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, who looked thin when dressed and fleshy when undressed?
These abdominal muscles, this vest line, they were so strong even through his clothes. If only…
Ye Beisheng wanted to stop herself, but the more she tried to stop herself, the more her mind went out of control.
Huo Xiting listened to the words and images that kept coming from her mind.
