C88 Thick Words and Flowers

It was May, and the shirt was thin and transparent. He Yuan struggled and felt the two soft bulges on his chest. With a muffled grunt, Jiang Huashan couldn't resist the urge to rub his lips together with his tongue. He quickly moved his left hand from his waist to his back, then to his shoulder and under his armpit. He moved it to the right …

He Yuan groaned. His lips and tongue were sealed