C389 The Intimacy in the Car

Suddenly he felt something was wrong. Murong Di slowly lowered his head. From Murong Dai's red earlobe all the way down, he saw a burning stick pressed against his thigh. Dai did not wear tight clothes today, but he was not small either. The situation between his legs was very obvious.

"Brother... Brother... Help me..." Murong Dai was struggling on his body