Before Liang Qu could finish his words, he was smothered, struggling to breathe, overwhelmed by a fragrant scent.
Fat Catfish was completely startled awake, puffing up its belly and looking around.
Treasure Fish, where is the Treasure Fish?
The candlelight flickered softly as their eyes met.
Liang Qu regained his breath, embraced Eying, holding her tightly, feeling the softness of her hips against his thighs, pressing against each other, like taking a mouthful of cream.
Long Eying couldn't help but cradle Liang Qu's cheeks, softly exhaling, gently rubbing, before hugging him tightly.
Liang Qu buried his head again, catching a certain "signal."
Caught off guard before, this time he was prepared, his index finger twitching, always feeling that after the Young Dragon event, Eying had become more voluptuous, the feeling of being enveloped growing stronger, like a snail dissolving upon salt.
