"Mm, ah..."
"Tienan, could you stop touching me for a while? I'm washing your hair, and if you keep it up, I won't have any strength left."
Sun Xiaowen suddenly felt a pair of large hands slip under her skirt and, through her cotton panties, gently caress her.
The sensation was like an electric shock.
Her whole body tingled, even the tender flesh of her thighs trembled uncontrollably.
"Xiaowen, you're all wet."
"Why have you suddenly become so sensitive? Is it because you've been deprived for too long?"
Zhao Tienan had no intention of stopping; instead, he wanted to surpass that firewall, reaching into depths unknown.
"No, it's not..."
Sun Xiaowen pouted, and in extreme excitement, her small hand couldn't help itself, tightly grasping Zhao Tienan's scalp.
However, this little movement made Zhao Tienan feel as if Sun Xiaowen's nails had extracted his soul, making his eyes roll back on the spot.
