C403 Entanglement

Without waiting for Yan Yiqing's permission, Yung Mo extended his two large hands and landed on Yan Yiqing's twin peaks. He pinched it again and again, playing around happily.

Yan Yiqing could no longer hold it in. "Are you helping me bathe?"

Yung Mo, who was rarely seen, became thick-skinned, "Yeah." Yung Mo spoke with a serious expression.

Yan Yiqing rolled her eyes and just ignored him