Her Evil

Meng Qingge looked at Ji Wanzhou's patient and happy expression, and her lips curled up into a naughty smile.

She quickened her hand movements.

Ji Wanzhou felt all the blood in his body flowing down crazily, sparks seemed to flash in his head.

"Hiss …" "Ah …" Ji Wanzhou sucked in a breath of cold air in comfort, and he couldn't help but let out a cry.

The smile on Meng Qingge's face grew wider and wider, but her beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with craftiness. Following which, a voice with a hint of a smile could be heard. "Comfortable?"

At this moment, Ji Wanzhou felt like his brain couldn't think. "Shu …" "Comfortable."

Meng Qingge raised her brows slightly, but her hands moved even faster.

Ji Wanzhou's reaction was getting bigger and bigger. He even used his hand to wrap around Meng Qingge's hand, grasping the rhythm and speed.