This time, Gao Bing did not rush to the true core of the matter.
She began to constantly caress the surface of Peach Blossom Spring with her nimble fingers.
Using those slender fingers to weave through constantly.
From time to time, crystal-clear liquid would flow outward.
Chen Mo had long since observed everything.
And his dragon had already stood erect long ago.
In the room at that moment, Gao Bing actually just wanted to have a proper bath.
But she had not expected that, after giving birth, she would become so sensitive.
Merely a simple caress was all it took to make her immensely ashamed.
She had no idea that a pair of eyes outside were fixed on her, filled with greed.
At this moment, Gao Bing's mind was filled with Chen Mo's silhouette.
Even as she touched herself, she imagined the hand to be Chen Mo's.
The warmth Chen Mo had left on her forehead that day still made Gao Bing's legs involuntarily shudder with every recollection.
