His waist, which was still sore just now, felt much more comfortable under his kneading.
Lian'er, you've said this before..."
Sikong Yuecang massaged her with a smile, his eyes full of doting.
Wanwan blinked and looked up at him, "I've said that before."
Sikong Yuecang nodded.
Wanwan curled her lips and said helplessly, "But I don't even remember."
"It doesn't matter, you will always remember me. Even if you can't remember it, it doesn't matter, as long as you haven't forgotten me."
As long as they can be together now, what if the anger has passed?
As long as she still loves him, it doesn't matter even if she forgets the past between them.
After five or six minutes of soft light on her waist, Sikong Yuecang's hand reached out to her thigh again.
He bent over and stiffened, his face immediately became hot, and even his ears turned red, "Yue Cang, here, I'd better do it by myself."
A naughty smile appeared on Sikong Yuecang's lips, and he said teasingly, "It's better for me to do it. It's all my fault, so naturally I should be allowed to serve you."
In fact, Wanwan likes Sikong Yuecang's current appearance very much.
Looking at the naughty smile on his lips, she felt that Sikong Yuecang was the most heartwarming person.
At least...it will make her feel real.
It's not as otherworldly as it seems.
His big palm was hot, and when he touched her thigh, her curved body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Sikong Yuecang's heartbeat also accelerated.
But he knew that excessive demands would make her unbearable...
And his own body... cannot be overindulged.
He tried hard to suppress the surging desire in his heart, and kneaded her legs vigorously.
This ambiguous movement, coupled with the close proximity of the two people's bodies, made Wanwan and Sikong Yuecang a little unable to restrain themselves.
Sikong Yuecang reached out his hand to the back of her head, pressed her head towards him, and kissed her heavily.
After a lingering and passionate kiss, he panted and let go of her.