Jiang Qing's eyes conveyed a silent grievance that clearly said, it's all your fault.
Zhang Xiaomeng saw how nervous she was and felt an even greater thrill in his heart.
He leaned down to kiss Jiang Qing.
His hands were also restless, kneading the white rabbits, constantly shaping them into various forms.
Jiang Qing almost cried out in shock.
Grandpa will be here soon.
Jiang Qing stared at Zhang Xiaomeng, but he didn't care about that at all, which made her suffer even more.
Zhang Xiaomeng's techniques were exquisite; every touch seemed to hit Jiang Qing's sensitive spots.
Jiang Qing struggled in vain, only able to cover her mouth with her hand, biting on her silver teeth, refusing to let herself make any noise.
She was terrified inside, fearing that if Grandpa heard any strange sounds, she would be shamed for life.
And Zhang Xiaomeng had guessed this, which made him even more unrestrained.
