After some contemplation, Zhao Xinmei slowly said, "Your room."
Chen Bin nodded and then continued with their bodies pressed together, whispering, "Hold me tight!"
Without waiting for Zhao Xinmei to react, he directly lifted her up.
She let out a surprised cry, instinctively wrapping her arms tightly around Chen Bin's neck, her beautiful legs tightly entwined around his thighs.
This sexy posture looked absolutely perfect.
It has to be said that although Zhao Xinmei looked full-bodied, she exuded a unique temperament belonging to Eastern beauties.
But lifting her felt effortless.
With his hands supporting Zhao Xinmei's buttocks, Chen Bin slowly walked towards the side of the room.
Each step he took trembled, and the dragon within the valley rhythmically pressed and prodded.
Given their relationship, Zhao Xinmei, being an elder, felt waves of embarrassment being held this way by her godson.
Just then, Chen Bin suddenly let go.
