This voice made Ye Tian's bones go soft.
His right middle finger rested on Auntie Song's plump abalone, gently rubbing it.
Song Ya couldn't help but tighten her legs, her voice filled with coquetry, "Xiao Tian, don't do this!"
Just now, after calming down for so long at the bus stop, the Furious Dragon in Ye Tian's pants had lowered its head.
But now, as his palm touched Auntie Song's plump abalone, the Furious Dragon in his pants violently reared its head once again.
"Auntie Song, the front space is too small."
"Let's move to the back seat."
While talking.
Ye Tian withdrew his right hand from beneath Song Ya's dress.
He got out of the car and sat down in the back seat.
After what happened last time, Song Ya now couldn't bear to refuse Ye Tian.
After hesitating for a few seconds.
She opened the driver's side door and sat in the back seat as well.
