C508 He Didn't Want to Wake up from His Dream

Ling Yao's attention fell on Hai Xiaomin's hand. He was distracted for a moment. This woman's hand was pretty. It was white and tender, with ten fingers as slender as white jade chopsticks.

Wait! What was he thinking?

When Ling Yao regained his senses, Hai Xiaomin came over without any warning. She sucked the water droplet at his throat!

“！！！” His deep black eyes suddenly contracted violently