Now it's Zhuo Yifan's turn to make a choice! Should I be a beast? Or am I worse than a beast?
"Xintong, the wound on your chest..." Zhuo Yifan thought to himself that he should help Ling Xintong get rid of the scar on his chest first! This was something she had promised before. And if the scar is to be treated, Ling Xintong must be removed.
Clothes, when the time comes...
Ling Xintong didn't know what Zhuo Yifan was hiding. She was still very naive and thought that Zhuo Yifan really wanted to help her heal her scars! But she had to take off her clothes in front of Zhuo Yifan and expose those two
Point, this is really...
Ling Xintong's pretty face suddenly turned red. Her beautiful eyes looked around, but she didn't dare to look at Zhuo Yifan. Her heart was beating hard.
"Well! What should we do?" Ling Xintong felt coy for a long time, and then asked softly as if she had made up her mind. Anyway, she is Zhuo Yifan's woman, and sooner or later he will see her. It's just a matter of time. Besides, the pain on her chest
That scar really gave Ling Xintong a headache. Between the scar and letting Zhuo Yifan take advantage, Ling Xintong chose the latter.[
"Actually, you don't have to do anything! Just, you have to take off your underwear so that I can see your wound. And, I have to massage you with my hands!" Zhuo Yifan explained softly, trying his best to do it.
He had the expression of a gentleman, as if he had become a monk and had desires.
Ling Xintong had actually guessed that this would be the case. She blushed and sat up without saying a word. Then, under Zhuo Yifan's hot gaze, she slowly took off her white T-shirt! A small pink pair
The mask suddenly appeared in Zhuo Yifan's field of vision, dragging two plump balls.
The high bulge of smooth skin and the faintly visible cyan blood vessels made Zhuo Yifan feel like his blood was gushing. In order not to lose his composure in front of Ling Xintong, he could only run "Bing Xin Jue" to temporarily suppress his restless mood.
Come down.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Xintong slowly stretched her hands behind her waist and began to untie the last restraint on her upper body. This was the most critical step, which made Zhuo Yifan feel a little thirsty. He was really looking forward to that.
What exactly will it look like under the red cup!
Under Zhuo Yifan's expectant gaze, the last restraint on Ling Xintong's chest was slowly released. Two masses of snow-white with two points of bright red appeared like a pair of cheerful little rabbits.
In Zhuo Yifan's field of vision.
Ling Xintong's pretty face was so red that it almost bled, while Zhuo Yifan's eyes widened and he stared at the proud plumpness of her chest without blinking, making her feel shy and expectant at the same time. She didn't know why,
Seeing Zhuo Yifan's obsessed expression, she felt a burst of pride and happiness in her heart. How could she not be happy that she could be so attractive to the man she loved?
However, Zhuo Yifan noticed a very uncoordinated black scar between the breast peaks after a brief period of distraction. Although it was only a piece the size of a silver coin, it was just between the two breast peaks, and it was formed with the fair skin.
A sharp contrast.
"You...what are you looking at?" Ling Xintong felt ashamed and felt that her heartbeat had never been so fast.
"Oh!" Zhuo Yifan woke up from his daze, couldn't help but smile awkwardly, and then said seriously: "I'm looking at your wound. Although this scar is relatively large, it's not a problem to completely remove it! I can do it
