"I'm waiting for you to come back." Li Wenlong threw away his cell phone and went forward to take Lin Xuemei into his arms.

"No, no, no, my hair is still wet, you... Can't "Lin Xuemei is busy blocking Li Wenlong's attack, but at this time Li Wenlong has gone mad, where will he pay attention to Lin Xuemei's struggle?

Afterwards, enjoying Lin Xuemei's intimate massage, Li Wenlong took his mobile phone and slid a few times, showing a satisfied and cunning smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Wenlong's small movements did not escape Lin Xuemei's eyes.

"Nothing," Li Wenlong was busy trying to turn off...