"Mmm..."
The warm temperature of his palm emanated from her lower abdomen, and Wang Wenhui comfortably looked at Li Qiang, reaching out with both hands to grab his solid arm.
She cooed playfully, "Doctor Li, why don't you help me clean up?"
"Better let Lin Feng do it, I'm quite tired after a long day," Li Qiang said indifferently.
Seeing that he really wasn't in the mood to tease her, Wang Wenhui huffed in annoyance.
Lin Feng, imitating what Li Qiang had done earlier, pressed the cleansing device against Wang Wenhui's skin, her tender pink flesh stirring his blood, and his usually steady hands began to shake.
The sparse trickle of water, together with Lin Feng's occasional tickling touch, soon had Wang Wenhui's loins flooding with spring water.
She moaned softly, her eyes brimming with desire, her lips lightly bitten, revealing an expression both seductive and insatiable.
Li Qiang bent over, and as he looked up, his gaze met hers, filled with longing.
