"yes!"

Ying'er responded softly, slowly stepped back from the Luoshang, and lay down next to Zhao Dongting, wrapping her body with a little shyly.

Zhao Dongting looked at the snow-white appearance of Ying Er's bellyband and couldn't help scratching her eyebrows, "Is it a bit too much for me to do this?"

"Don't worry! I can't travel through this trip in vain anyway."

After fierce ideological struggle, his hand slowly groped between Ying Er's waist and abdomen.

Meet.

The warm and soft touch only made Zhao Dongting feel a strong sense of guilt, but at the same time, he felt extremely stimulating.

Ying Er looks like she is eighteen or nineteen years old, she is no longer a child. She is a bed-warming maid. It’s nothing wrong with her doing this, right?

"emperor……"

Ying Er's face was flushed, and even her voice began to tremble. Her long eyelashes flashed, and her nervous look was extremely charming.
Chapter completed!