In the Peninsula Hotel in Shanghai, the water in the bathtub kept overflowing frequently.
Only the fox's soft whimpers were left.
Their lips parted, and Hu Yan, who was kissed into a daze, still foolishly stuck out a small part of her tongue. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were somewhat wandering, and after two seconds, she retracted it.
She really had a slightly plump sensuality all over her body, even her tongue was thick and soft.
In no time, she turned into a half-lying position on Cheng Zhu's body, completely drained of strength.
Cheng Zhu looked down at her and asked, "Is it you who drank too much, or me?"
Hu Yan did not answer, only the right hand under the water continued to subconsciously help Cheng Zhu clean.
Cheng Zhu looked at the slightly plump fox lying on him and could only laugh and say, "That's enough, it's clean enough."
"Huh?" The homebody illustrator was stunned for a moment, then realized and awkwardly withdrew her hand, softly saying "oh".
