Seeing Zhao Ying'er like this, what else could Xu Wendong do?
In this mysterious space, everyone should have been divided into different areas; if they wanted to run into each other, it would probably be quite difficult in a short time.
On top of that, after entering the Nether Ruins, Xu Wendong had taken care of all the women, but Zhao Ying'er was the only one he hadn't tended to.
He really had neglected her.
Since Zhao Ying'er wanted it, how could Xu Wendong not give it to her?
Xu Wendong had already wrapped one hand around a plump, perky, snow-white jade rabbit; that full, springy flesh overflowed between his fingers, and the tender pink tip stiffened rapidly in his palm.
His fingers moved with agile precision, circling over the cherry-red nipple, sometimes lightly pinching, sometimes rubbing hard.
In an instant, Zhao Ying'er's whole body went soft, her slender waist unconsciously leaning closer to him.
