The big hand wrapped her little hand tightly, inseparable.

Mu Chudi only heard the out-of-order rhythm, but he could not hear anything else.

The small hand is slowly moved and the handle is moving.

Just as she was in a panic, the man's body came over and the warm breath poured on her tender white skin.

sour and sour.

I don't know if it's an illusion or not. She always feels that the man's lip has rubbed her earlobe, and soon she can distinguish it well.

"Wow, that's great. I caught it."

Mu Chudi realized that he was pressing the button.

The hand on the back of his hand was...