C41 It's a Routine It's a Routine

"Where are you touching? It's not over there, it's the waist! Don't mess around! "

" Old brother, the position isn't right. Move a bit. "

"How do I move? I'm tied up tightly. "

"Alright, I got it. "

After struggling with sweat all over his body, Chen Xiaofann finally touched something on the middle-aged man's waist. It felt like the handle of a knife