As the words fell, Zhu Keren threw herself into Chen Nan's arms, tiptoed, and kissed him passionately and ecstatically.
At the same time.
Her right hand also reached into Chen Nan's large shorts, grabbing the "Inheritor" she had been longing for.
Although it was summer now, Zhu Keren's little hand felt slightly cool. The moment she grasped it, Chen Nan couldn't help but shiver.
The fire of desire inside him also began to burn slowly.
Zhu Keren reluctantly parted from Chen Nan, her bright eyes revealing a hint of inexplicable disappointment, "You seem to have no fever now!"
Pfft!
Chen Nan almost spat out a mouthful of blood, "Do you really want to feel me at 39 degrees?"
Zhu Keren's face was full of seductive charm, "Is there a problem with that?"
Chen Nan, on the verge of tears, "I thought you would feel sorry for me."
Zhu Keren smiled meaningfully, "Don't worry, when I have a high fever, I will let you feel me at a different temperature!"
