Sun Taoxiang was instantly dumbfounded.
In the next moment, she let out a soft moan and shivered, complaining, "Sun Taohua, what are you doing?"
Sun Taohua ignored her, simply continuing her task without stopping.
Her nimble tongue licked the tender tip, the soft chicken-like flesh swirling on her tongue.
Sun Taoxiang trembled with pleasure, couldn't help shaking her head, and grumbled, "Sun Taohua, stop it already!"
"What's wrong, dear sister? With me serving you like this, shouldn't you be thanking me? How could you repay kindness with ingratitude?" teased Sun Taohua.
Sun Taoxiang felt a frustrated ache in her chest but was helpless.
Being openly intimate with Wu Song was embarrassing enough for her, yet now Sun Taohua decided to join in.
And she was saying stuff like this.
Sun Taoxiang really didn't know how to respond anymore.
Sun Taohua smirked contentedly and continued her task.
She knew her dear sister's temperament all too well.
