Chapter 441: The Eerie Tombstone, Destined Death!

"Wait a bit, almost ready!"

At that moment, Yan Moshan, looking at the pristine white perfection in front of him, was already brimming with excitement, and his right hand, touching and touching, couldn't help but slip to Meiko's waistband seam.

"Swish—"

Yan Moshan's hand suddenly pressed on that smooth and delicate pert area, sliding down to the rounded snowy whiteness above.

"Master... please don't!"

Meiko turned her head back with a face full of embarrassment, her eyes carrying a hint of astonishment as she looked at Yan Moshan.

"Hmm? What's wrong? You don't like this, huh?"

Yan Moshan said, his hand still unable to resist giving that tender softness a gentle squeeze, before finally withdrawing it.

"It's not that, Master, I don't mind your caresses, but we're still in a dangerous place, and if something unexpected happens midway, it wouldn't be good. Besides, I belong entirely to Master, how could I refuse you?"