"Tienan, I'm in the warehouse. Come find me!"
Just as Zhao Tienan stepped out of the room, a soft voice echoed in his ear.
Warehouse?
Zhao Tienan immediately went in search of the voice, but the scene before him made his scalp tingle as if electrified.
Sun Xiaowen was lazily lying on several wooden planks, her clothes lifted to her chest, her pants casually thrown aside, and cute cartoon underwear hanging on her ankles.
One hand pinched a small pink bud, while the other hand was tightly clamped by two large white legs.
Her charming face was flushed like a ripe apple, her half-open watery eyes and slightly parted lips seemed to be longing for something.
The scene was truly captivating.
Zhao Tienan took just one glance and felt parched, swallowing heavily several times.
"Tienan, I can't stand it, give me your yang qi quickly, I'm so itchy..."
