Seeing his confusion, Feng Qing covered her mouth and chuckled. "Do you smell something sour? It's as if someone dyed the hot spring sour."
Before she could finish her sentence, the man's large hand touched her again. However, this time, not only was he using his hands, but he also wanted to have a good taste of Feng Qing, this little wild cat that had fallen into the water.
Feng Qing's hands were wrapped up tightly, and she couldn't resist the man at all. Very quickly, her body softened again, and her consciousness seemed to be surging in the hot spring.
"Ji Yunchen asked you to abstain from sex…" Feng Qing struggled.
Xie Jiuhan grabbed Feng Qing's legs with both hands. His body shook at a high frequency. Every impact made Feng Qing moan.
"What he says doesn't count!" Xie Jiuhan said.
"I…" Feng Qing was just about to speak when another intense impact struck, and she directly swallowed the rest of her words.
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