C270 Doris' Wrist

Xue Xue, who was in the bathtub, leaned into Ji Yong's arms. The man's slender fingers massaged his shoulders, neither too light nor too heavily. The long flight fatigue was swept away.

There was a thin cocoon around her finger. Those who were familiar with her would know that she was an expert with a gun. However, her hands were carefully serving the girl she loved