Watching Xiue's enticing figure, Zhang Xiaoshan couldn't help but swallow hard; he involuntarily conjured up scenes of intimacy with Xiue in his mind.
"Little Shan, do I look good?"
At this moment, Xiue's cheeks were flushed; she appeared shy, but in fact, she was manipulative.
Zhang Xiaoshan initially nodded dumbly but then suddenly came to his senses and shook his head, turning his back to Xiue and speaking with a flushed face.
"Sister Xiue, you didn't really need to take off so much."
Behind him, Xiue did not respond.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."
Footstep sounds came from behind Zhang Xiaoshan.
It seemed that Xiue was getting closer to him.
Zhang Xiaoshan hesitated for a moment.
What was Xiue trying to do?
Before Zhang Xiaoshan could figure it out, a pair of soft hands reached around his waist from behind, clutching tightly.
A warm body pressed against his back.
"Sister Xiue, you..."
