Tang Luo sat on the sofa, feeling as if he were dreaming.
Did the national goddess An Lan just give him oral?
Thinking of An Lan kneeling in front of him, her red lips slightly parted in a tempting image, his blood boiled, and even his little brother showed signs of raising its head again.
Smack.
Tang Luo slapped it, thinking once was enough, wasn't it?
What did he think of the goddess?
But that sensation was truly splendid!
Especially under the dual stimulation of physiological and psychological factors, he felt like he had flown up into the air; it was just too exhilarating!
"What are you grinning about?"
An Lan emerged from the washroom and, seeing Tang Luo sitting on the sofa with a silly grin, couldn't help but ask.
"Ah? No, nothing. Have you finished brushing your teeth?"
Tang Luo snapped back to reality, looking at An Lan who was still undressed.
"Hmm, but I still feel a taste."
