And that call almost made Chen Mo tremble violently.
Watching Xue Jinxiu before him, now in a state akin to being in heat.
Chen Mo couldn't help wanting to kick her up and throw her onto the bed.
"Miss Xue, just hang on a little longer,"
"the massage will be over soon."
Chen Mo deliberately leaned close to Xue Jinxiu's ear.
And through conversation, he let his hot breath spray onto her neck.
Xue Jinxiu's neck was a very sensitive spot to begin with.
So under Chen Mo's cunning move, Xue Jinxiu even forgot to reply to him.
At this moment, Xue Jinxiu was like a limp mermaid.
Completely leaning on the sofa in front of her, as if she had resigned herself to Chen Mo's whims.
And in her mind, images of the dragon between Chen Mo's legs in that proud tent kept flashing by.
Instantly, Xue Jinxiu's own legs grew increasingly moist.
If not for the fact that her clothes were black,
Chen Mo might have long since noticed something was amiss.