"Beauty, since you won't say it, I can only guess for myself." Ning Zhiyuan said with a smile.

"eh?" Li Jia's head was so dazed by him that she couldn't understand what he said.

but it doesn't matter. Ning Zhiyuan quickly told her what he meant with his actions.

his big, warm hand went down, reached in from the bottom of her coat, and his belly was sliding up along her flat little belly.

the slight roughness of the finger pulp rubs her fine smooth skin and raises a strange feeling on her body.

she blushed and cried helplessly, "Zhiyuan you..."

Ning Zhiyuan holds himself on one hand, looks at...