Zhang Xiaoxuan lay down on Simmons. Yang Ming put her right hand on her buttock. Zhang Xiaoxuan could not help shivering for a while.

I don't know whether it's painful or stimulated by Yang Ming's palm. Yang Ming's right hand directly gives out inspiration. Zhang Xiaoxuan immediately feels no pain in her buttock.

Yang Ming rubbed his buttocks, and Zhang Xiaoxuan felt much more comfortable, a kind of comfort that never existed before.

Zhang Xiaoxuan couldn't help humming, which was a bit ecstatic and made Yang Ming have an impulse. Yang Ming thought in his heart: You can't press it any more. If you press it again, the consequences will...