Thinking of this, Yang Fan hurriedly closed his eyes, preparing to pretend for a while.
Through his half-closed eyelids, Zhu Shanshan's blushing face emerged.
In a squatting position, she moved up and down wildly, her long neck arching high, her hands repeatedly kneading her quite plump and round breasts.
Her hands were heavy, turning her delicate treats red.
Yang Fan watched the continuously shaking soft fullness in front of him, his heart nearly leaping to his throat, as if a restless fire snake had taken residence in his body.
He had always treated Zhu Shanshan as a sister-in-law who took special care of him; he never imagined she harbored such intentions towards him.
The matter actually frustrated Yang Fan quite a bit. If there were intentions, straightforwardly declaring them would be great, setting things in motion right off the bat, why resort to drugging?
This made it impossible for him to take initiative now.
