C232 Harpy

In the darkness, there was a blurry light imprint on the snow-white delicate surface. It was completely exposed to the air, and the red marks on her body clearly indicated what kind of ravages the young girl had once experienced.

Xiliang Jing's touch just now touched her soft, big, and tender breasts. That kind of distinct touch made his memory still clear.

Xiliang Jing rarely touched women