C235 Fetishism

Noticing Xiaonan's absent-mindedness, Jing Yixuan patted her flushed face.

The strength was very light, more like a couple's intimate little act.

The moment Jing Yixuan touched her soft and smooth skin, he immediately came to a realization. Xiaonan also came back to her senses.

On his soft skin, he felt his large hand with the cocoon around it. It was slightly coarse