C184 Hugging Posture

Meng Faangyi's nose had the fragrance of ointment, and her clothes had already been torn off to her wrist, revealing half of it. There were traces of green and purple on the clothes, and last night, Peng Fucheng had almost imprinted his mark on her whole body, occupying all of her.

As he spoke, Peng Fucheng's finger, which was slightly cold, carried a cool ointment as he pointed at her trace