Waking up in the morning, looking at the two beauties embraced on either side, is absolutely a visual shock.
Especially with those two tender little hands, which have never left that towering iron pestle.
In their watery beautiful eyes, there naturally lies a kind of greedy attachment.
Zhao Jiaqi was even more proactive, climbing between his legs first thing, holding the iron pestle with both hands, rubbing it back and forth on her slippery fragrant tongue, while Chen Jiayi lazily lay in Lin Fan's embrace, enjoying his large hand, stroking her smooth jade-like back.
"I'm planning to go to the mountains today to bring back something delicious for you."
Feeling Zhao Jiaqi's slippery wrap from the abyss, Lin Fan affectionately kissed Chen Jiayi's forehead.
"What delicious thing?"
Chen Jiayi looked at Lin Fan, puzzled.
"Not sure, maybe a wild rabbit or a pheasant, it just depends on what gift God sends today."
