C1127 It Doesn't Look at All like a Little Kitten

Zhang Ai's hand pulled Lin Wanwan over, and they followed Lin Wanwan's hand and caressed his waist before descending …

"Soft?" Lin Wanwan lightly fell on Zhang Ai's body.

Zhang Ai swallowed his saliva and replied, "Soft."

He had refused to give in to Ke Jing's indifferent attitude for a year. Suddenly, Zhang Ai, who was obviously happy to be touched, became befuddled