C1896 White Sweat Dripping down His Forehead

"Not bad... It tastes good..."

Faang Fann licked his lips and gave a deep evaluation.

As he spoke, the smile on his face became more and more.

He had to let Natasha figure out the position between the two. If he did not make it clear in these aspects, wouldn't it really collapse?

About seven or eight minutes later...

Faang Fann then moved his mouth away with a look of reminiscence.

"What..