Zhao Jinxi was full of embarrassment, hurriedly raising a delicate hand to cover her private part, and asked coquettishly, "Brother Sanming, can I take a shower first?"
Liu Sanming responded, "You don't mind me, so why would I mind you?"
Hearing this, Zhao Jinxi showed a sweet smile and said nothing more.
Liu Sanming didn't say much, he just lowered his head and moved in closer.
"Ah hmm..."
The next second, Zhao Jinxi furrowed her brows, raised her swan-like neck forcefully, and let out a captivating moan, as if she had completely let down her guard.
The scorching tongue directly parted the soft flesh, skillfully finding that hardened sensitive spot.
"Mmm mmm... So itchy..."
Zhao Jinxi softly groaned, her slender waist continuously trembling and twisting, the long leg left to support her on the ground also slightly trembled, the exquisite high heels on her feet seemed unable to bear it, causing her back to slide slowly down the wall.
