Wu Xuelan didn't want to take Ding Wang's video call anymore, but he kept calling one after another, relentlessly.
The clamorous ringtone suppressed the boiling heat in Yang Fan's blood, and he couldn't help saying, "Why don't you just answer it? With it going on and on like this, it seems we can't really get anything done."
"It's fine, don't mind him, I'll just turn off my phone!" Wu Xuelan directly turned off her phone.
Her demeanor seemed very stable; she tossed her phone to the side, and her gaze immediately brimmed with seductive charm.
"Do you want to watch me play with myself?"
Yang Fan nodded eagerly, "Let me have a look first, you look very attractive like this."
"Really?" Wu Xuelan's damp eyes seemed to sparkle with electricity as she bit her finger, her right hand caressing her golden valley, gently fiddling with the already moist and slippery dumpling skin.
