Wu Song laughed and said, "Are you sure you heard it?"
"Yeah, I definitely heard it. Didn't you hear it?" Wu Xiaohong asked Wu Song in confusion.
Wu Song opened the door and looked at Wu Xiaohong in her thin strap top and shorts, her fair body was slender and tender, exposed to his gaze, stirring his heart.
He pulled her into his arms, casually closed the door, and locked it before grabbing her ass with his hand, kneading it in his palm, feeling fantastic.
"Did you hear it wrong?" Wu Song's hand slipped down her shorts, into Wu Xiaohong's crotch, effortlessly rubbing that small butt.
"Did I hear it wrong? Maybe." Wu Xiaohong's eyes were misty, her small hand wrapped around Wu Song's broad lower back, exploring excitedly.
Earlier, she received a video call from Sun Taoxiang, watching Sun Taoxiang catching fish in the river.
