Yeah, it feels really good, with impeccable abdominal muscles that make one's imagination run wild.
Mu Yin's head involuntarily conjured up last night's scene, and in the end, she even touched… ah, realizing what nonsense she was lost in, her little face couldn't help but blush crimson, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
"Thinking about something?" Bo Fengheng stared at her already swollen face, which was now even more shyly flushed, and somewhat inexplicably raised his thick eyebrows, easily guessing her timid thoughts, but truly found it repulsive, "So ugly!"
Then he threw her onto the sofa, not exactly gentle, but also far from rough.
"..." Mu Yin discovered she was already in his room, awkwardly turned her head away as if someone had pulled on her little braid, "I didn't ask you to look."
"Wipe your mouth clean, I'll apply the medicine," Bo Fengheng turned to get her a hot towel, showing a rare tenderness that was irresistible.