Leng Rutong blushed and said, "I...I don't want to wipe it for you!"

Ye Fengya suddenly covered her lips and grabbed her, letting her dry lips look for Bi on her mouth. Leng Rutong widened her eyes and struggled desperately: "Bi...no!"

The vague struggle caused Ye Fengya to occupy even more domineeringly. He lifted her up hard and hugged her. Leng Rutong's body, which was originally struggling, suddenly softened, and her eyes became blurred. She closed obediently, as if the kiss was also what she had been looking forward to.

Ye Fengya held Leng Rutong's hand in one of his hands and put it on his legs. He stepped back and said in confusion: "Tong'er, wipe your body."

Leng Rutong's eyes were fascinated, and Ye Fengya covered his lips again, and wiped his hands with one hand on his Being Demon. Ye Fengya's lips moved her smooth neck from her mouth. Domineering and gentle, he gently loosened Leng Rutong's waist, allowing her to wipe her Being.

Leng Rutong was excited and became very bold, but she didn't dare to wipe it anyway. Her hands just won't touch the necessary things.

Ye Fengya put one hand into her clothes, and she would touch her big pear with force. Her index finger would gently touch the little red dates on it. She felt it become in his hands. Cold, as she felt a burst of numbness flowing through her whole body. Her body trembled gently, but she shouted in her mouth: "Don't...Don't touch there. It must..."

Ye Fengya suddenly pulled down the collar of her chest, pulled out her pink bellyband, and took a bite of the ripe little red date, and used the force of the tip of the tongue to circle the top of the little red date. Leng Rutong's whole body softened, and said, "It must...it's so uncomfortable, Ye Fengya, I'm so uncomfortable."

Ye Fengya smiled charmingly: "Tong'er, how can you feel uncomfortable?"

"I don't know... you let me go, it's so uncomfortable, I'm going to die." Leng Rutong must be breathless, Ying's tender little face flushed, and a little hand was still on his.

"Believe me, I won't feel uncomfortable in a while." Ye Fengya grabbed her hand and put it on her already tense besides: "Tong'er, you haven't wiped this place yet."

"Wow, it must be..." Leng Rutong touched it for a moment and quickly retreated.

"Bi...you wipe it and it will cool down." Ye Fengya once again held her hand tightly and slid it on it with her hand. The rubbing of the towel made him feel uncomfortable. "Tong'er, throw the towel away." He attached it to her ears, biting her tender earlobe, and used it.

"Don't... he must be sure, I'm afraid..." Leng Rutong shook her head, and could feel it through the hands of the towel. If she had to go directly with her hands, wouldn't it burn?

"A fool, it won't be hot, he needs you." Ye Fengya bewitched her while holding her little red dates, and squeezed and kneaded the pear on the other side with one hand.

Leng Rutong's whole body was soft, afraid that she would fall, so she desperately hooked Ye Fengya's neck with one arm. The towel on her little hand was snatched away by Ye Fengya. I don't know where she threw it, but her hand touched that one.

An excitement and stimulation would pierce her whole body, and cold Rutong could not help but speak charmingly: "It must be, he must be good, he must be good."

The whole body will make her unable to bear it, and she will rub her body against it, and the top will be on the top, and the one below will be Leng Rutong will say, "Ye Fengya... Save me quickly, I feel so uncomfortable."

This feeling is the same as taking love poison, and you will feel uncomfortable all over. I don’t know where to vent it to make it more comfortable.

A drop of heat flowed out from Bidi Bibi, stuck to her hands. Leng Rutong raised her hand intoxicatedly and looked at it: "What is this?"

Ye Fengya held her hand and pulled it on her little red date, and applied it to her little red date. He would put her one hand on her, and there would be a piece there. No wonder this girl could not stand it anymore.

He stretched out his two must be on her, and the waves of piercing heart would make Leng Rutong tremble slightly, "Ah... so uncomfortable, Ye Fengya, don't, don't do it anymore."

Leng Rutong whimpered with two lines of tears, and Ye Fengya kissed her tears with heartache: "Why is Tong'er crying? Don't you like it?"

"You bullied me... Woooo, it's so uncomfortable, I'm going to die..." Leng Rutong happened twice under the poison of love, and she usually only had contact with her upper body. She had never been so enthusiastic. She didn't know what it felt like. She only knew that the whole body must be, and her body was so uncomfortable.

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Chapter completed!