Su Rui walked around Gongzi Yamamoto and looked up and down. The latter was very uncomfortable and could only stand stiffly in place.

"There's still a little less material in this dress." Su Rui sighed, reached out and pulled on Yamamoto's swimming trunks, barely covering the other party's second cinnabar nevus.

In this process, his hands inevitably had close contact with the skin of Gongzi Yamamoto. Although it was just a touch of dragonflies, it made Gongzi Yamamoto more rigid.

Surrey has also realized his movements, and his fingers want to stay on the curve a little longer, but after careful consideration, he still takes the idea back.

"Gongzi, shall...