Salty pork knuckle? !
Nan Sijue thought of the soft ball he accidentally touched just now, although it was small, it still felt good.
He swallowed his saliva a little bit, feeling hot all over.
"Your one is not as big as mine, so it must be worthy of my attack?!" Nan Sijue's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said insincere words with a hint of disgust.
But only he knew how much that soft touch had affected him.
Just the aftertaste alone made him impulsive.
The big palms surrounding Luo Liyan tightly clenched into fists behind his back, and he tried his best not to let his body's reaction become more intense.
But the woman he loves is just like this in his arms, exuding a faint body fragrance, which is simply a fatal temptation for him.
But it took so much effort to hug her, and it was impossible for him to let him go now.
The next time I have this opportunity, I don't know when it will be.
Luo Liyan forgot to struggle because of what he said, and looked down at her chest that was so flat that she could only vaguely see a slight ups and downs, and then at Nan Sijue's chest, her teeth itched with hatred.
"You haven't taken off your clothes, the ghost knows what your figure is!" She replied meanly.
As far as I can remember, he has never been in a fruit scene, let alone a fashion magazine with his upper body naked, so his figure has always been a puzzle for fans.
Everyone can only rely on his usual habit of loving sports, and force YY by himself.
"Why, don't you still want to see it?" Nan Sijue raised his tail voice, and raised a spring-like smile on top of Luo Liyan's invisible head.
If she is really interested in her body, then he can show her tonight.
Fortunately, I haven't slackened in exercising recently, so I should be able to present the most perfect state in front of her at any time.
"Who... who wants to see yours!" Luo Liyan growled weakly, but put his hands directly on Nan Sijue's chest, pushing, trying to break free from his restraint.
The hard chest had a seductive curvature, and Luo Liyan couldn't help pressing it lightly.
The slender fingers brushed across the top of the clothes lightly, causing Nan Sijue's tingling sensation.
He felt as if his whole body was on fire, and it took all his willpower to restrain himself from kissing him directly and fiercely.
"It turns out that just watching can't satisfy you anymore, but if you just touch like this, don't you plan to pay something?" Nan Sijue's breathing became a little rough, and the spring water was rippling in his eyes.
It was only then that Luo Liyan realized what she had just done, her face was ashamed like a peach in autumn.
She bit her lower lip stubbornly, not looking at Nan Sijue.
And Nan Sijue was not pressing any further, his deep eyes fixed on the little man he was carrying, and his heart that had been empty for nearly 30 years was gradually filled.
It took a while to hear that soft and cute voice weakly say, "Then you touched me just now, at best it's evened."
"Well, it's even." The corner of Nan Sijue's mouth raised a beautiful arc, and his tone was full of pampering.
Hearing this, Luo Liyan felt creepy, and always felt that Su Junjie, who was sitting in the front row, had silently thought of 10,000 ways to die.
Pushing Nan Sijue, and realizing that he was no longer restraining herself, Luo Liyan hurriedly crawled back to her seat.