Chapter 68

Zhao Desan was deliberately unhurried, stroking her fair, flawless skin inch by inch, a wicked smile on his lips, thinking to himself, let's see if you have any feeling, and how long you can keep up your reserve.

"Zhao Desan, can you hurry up?" Li Shanshan couldn't bear it any longer, breathing rapidly as she said, "It's so itchy."

Zhao Desan smiled triumphantly, thinking, so you do have feelings after all? Hmph, but he still didn't take any substantial action, wandering his fingers from top to bottom, stroking her fair skin. Li Shanshan really couldn't endure this feeling of being hollowed out, finally turned her head, reached out her arms, hooked them around Zhao Desan's neck, pulled him to her lips, and bit his lips fiercely...