Yet Wang Erniu didn't have any hint of avoidance, not treating Wang Jie as an outsider at all, or even as a relative, but as her own son.
The moment she entered, she deliberately leaned towards Wang Jie, their skins pressed tightly together.
Clenching his teeth tightly, Wang Jie hurriedly shifted his body toward the edge of the bed, fearing any further contact, while at that moment, his manhood had already turned into a massive force, surging uncontrollably.
With a flushed face and sweat-drenched hair, Wang Jie took a deep breath, not sure what the matter was, maybe it was because of the massage Sun Qing had given him today, his body was a bit too strong; having just been relaxed by his sister, he now wanted to do more.
Gulping down breaths, Wang Jie struggled to calm himself down, fearing he'd do something inappropriate.
Once the room light was turned off, the room became pitch-dark; the saying that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face wasn't an exaggeration.
