C78 Rosette Abutment

The night wind breezed by, slowly blowing against the wave-like bract.

The sound was like a subtle ebb in the tide.

Liu Cui's body was not as soft as Ji Xiaotao's.

However, it was extremely flexible.

Even though he was dressed in ordinary clothes, the elasticity and feel of his hands made his whole body tremble.

The pair of meatballs on his chest made Chen Mu's mind go blank