"Women and men are different, very susceptible to infections. Must pay attention to hygiene."
Zhang Lan carefully wiped Zhang Xiaomeng's treasure while lifting her gaze to look at Zhang Xiaomeng.
A woman kneeling on the ground, clutching her own vital parts, looking up with such an expression—it was exactly like a scene from a Japanese adult film.
Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help but feel another surge of excitement, and his treasure swelled even more.
Zhang Lan's hand felt Zhang Xiaomeng's change and, seeing the even more terrifying bulging veins on his huge thing, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in shock.
"What the hell have you been eating to grow up like this?"
"It's because my sister-in-law is so beautiful that I've grown bigger."
Zhang Xiaomeng joked.
"Don't call me sister-in-law, just treat me as a widow."
Zhang Xiaomeng's title always made Zhang Lan feel a sense of immorality, and she subconsciously rejected the name.
"Where is there such a beautiful widow?"
