"This isn't a good idea..."
Jiang Jing glanced at Chen Bin, whose expression remained unchanged, her pretty face turning slightly red.
Although she had already had quite a few intimate contacts with Chen Bin, and no longer resisted as much as before, but actually enjoyed it,
as a married woman, she still had to put up some resistance on the surface.
Ye Qing chuckled and said, "What's wrong with that? I think it's great. Hurry up, don't be a poor sport!"
Jiang Jing stood up and said, "Fine, let's do it. Don't try to provoke me. I won't fall for that!"
"Bin, carry me!"
Chen Bin chuckled foolishly and wrapped his arms around Jiang Jing's waist to lift her up.
Jiang Jing appeared slender in every part except for her busty chest and perky butt.
With such a hold, Chen Bin's hands deftly slid into the area pressed heavily by her curves, squeezed by Jiang Jing's softness, while his other hand gently caressed her thigh.
"One..."
"Two..."
