Zhao Xinmei really couldn't stand Chen Bin's pestering anymore, so she could only let out a cold snort and turned her head to the side.
But he continued to clutch those tender, smooth, big white bunnies, gently kneading them.
Zhao Xinmei's big white bunnies were not only plump and full, but also incredibly soft.
Held in the palm, they could be squeezed into any shape, making it impossible to put them down.
Then, through his pants, Chen Bin began rubbing his rock-hard dragon lightly along Zhao Xinmei's thigh.
Feeling that burning heat, she felt a numbing jolt in her heart, her longing only growing stronger.
Yet she still pretended to be angry and said,
"Xiao Bin, you'd better get off me before I lose my temper!"
"Alright, then tell me—do you want it or not? Just admit it and I'll stop bothering you."
Zhao Xinmei gritted her silver teeth tightly, unable to utter a single word.
Seeing her look so embarrassed and annoyed, Chen Bin felt pleased deep inside.
