C420 Rub Your Thighs

In a residential area in H City, Wang Fann was lying on the sofa, panting with sweat all over his face, wearing a pair of triangular trousers.

"Wang Fann, didn't you just twist the tendons on your thighs? Is it necessary? " Han Chen, who was sitting at the side holding a bowl of white wine, scolded Wang Fann with an evil smile.

On the white wine in the porcelain bowl