As soon as Dong Jianhui left, the living room became the world of Song Yan and Dong Xiaowan.

Song Yan stood up directly, went to Dong Xiaowan and reached for her waist and legs, but the other side shyly pushed him aside: "You're going to die. My father can't see you!"

"Don't worry, even if your dad sees it, it's okay. Don't you see that he's deliberately creating space for us to live alone?" During the conversation, Song Yan's hand stretched out again and grabbed her soft waist, and the palm was still rubbing through her clothes.

"You bastard, don't go too far!" Dong Xiaowan grabbed Song Yan's bad hand....