His Sister is His Good Fortune

The nimble little tongue immediately darted into his mouth, entwining and enticing Jiang Yexun to sink along with it. Jiang Yexun's rationality was already non-existent when it came to his little wife, and being deliberately seduced like this made him so excited that he felt as if every bone in his body was about to melt.

Lying back, he gazed at the girl's beautiful face hidden in the shadows of the light, and his large hand uncontrollably grasped her slender waist tightly. It wasn't until the delicate and smooth hand probed downward that he snapped back to reality. With red-rimmed eyes, he pleaded, "My dear, please have mercy on me! You know I can't handle it."

"I'll just play with it a little. You're going to take a cold shower anyway," Su Xiaoxiao lightly pinched, listening to the sudden heavy gasp beside her ear. The inexplicable and unsatisfied longing in her heart was only slightly appeased.