As soon as the Moon Fairy's body shook, she felt that the call was very familiar. She crouched beside Yang Ling's body, looking at Yang Ling's eyes strangely. The faces of the two people were so close that they breathed and heard each other.

Yang Ling was very nervous, his whole body was as taut as a taut bowstring. The Moon Fairy is full of curiosity. She reaches out her hand and touches Yang Ling's cheek gently.

Yang Ling first smells a delicate fragrance, and then feels a greasy little hand climbing on his face.

the woman's heart is pure, and she doesn't think it's improper. She just touches Yang...