On the soft big bed, Shu Feifei had her eyes closed, breathing steadily.
Drugged into unconsciousness, she naturally couldn't feel Lin Fan, lying beside her, indulgently kneading her abundant curves.
And his eyes greedily watched Tang Xiaoshuang walking out of the bathroom.
The last battle by the riverside was ill-timed and the location unsuitable, hastily ending in a messy conclusion.
But now, with a long night ahead, there was time, so Lin Fan indulgently admired her bare body.
Although Tang Xiaoshuang was a slender beauty, her flesh was not soft at all. Though it wasn't like the well-defined muscles of someone from a gym, the streamlined muscles were even more graceful.
Especially those long, straight legs, stunningly beautiful, along with those tender white feet, and the small tuft of grass between her legs, tight and with an alluring allure.
