After Xiaolong finished speaking, Bai was even more smug, even grabbing Xiaolong's hand and placing it on her soft chest.
And the feel of it was simply top-notch.
Peppery breasts, both perky and large, round and exquisite—the best of the best.
"Feels good, right?"
"Mhm, it's quite nice."
Xiaolong's mouth stretched into a bloom, and he replied almost subconsciously.
"Ahhh, Xiaolong, you stinky jerk."
Immediately, Xiaoting became furious and started pounding on Xiaolong's back.
The girl had quite a punch, making Xiaolong flee all over the place.
"Stop hitting, stop hitting, Xiaolong admits defeat, okay? I won't look again next time."
Xiaolong ran about in disarray, not daring to say anything more.
"Not good enough."
But Xiaoting was relentless.
The two of them frolicked for a while, and with Bai's help, Xiaolong finally managed to get away.
After dinner, Xiaolong took a deep breath, lay back on the couch with his legs up, with Xiaoting and Bai on either side of him.
