Xia Ling laid lazily on the rattan chair with her eyes closed. She had just taken a milk rose petal bath and was so comfortable that she was about to fall asleep.
She heard footsteps approaching and said, “Auntie, the moisturizer is on the bed cabinet. Help me apply it.”
Xuan Ying reached out and picked up the moisturizer.
He poured the moisturizer into his palm and gently covered her naked beautiful back.
Her entire body was soft, as if there were no bones in it. Her fair and delicate skin was like silk. He felt like he would lose his grip if he touched it.
Xuan Ying’s breathing tightened. The protruding man’s throat rolled up and down twice, and his mouth and tongue were dry.
