After entering the book, the Prime Minister's legs softened

Chapter 25

His nipples were squeezed between her thin arms. His deep breasts were really charming. His eyes became deeper and deeper. The half-soft thing between his legs suddenly awakened and raised a piece of his vagina.

　　Ji Sang couldn't help but see it.

　　Her face was red with shame, and blood seemed to drip from her ears. "Wen Jian...you..."

　　Wen Jian held her up with his strong arms, and his voice was low and magnetic. "Take a shower first."

　　His body temperature was very high, like a heat source. After Ji Sang fell into his arms, she was burned and shivered. Wen Jian gently carried her into the wooden barrel. Ji Sang's legs were very soft and the middle of his legs was muddy. After touching the hot water, the tense nerves in his body were relieved, especially the middle of his legs, which seemed to be gently caressed. He couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh in his throat.

　　Wen Jian listened to the sigh and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

　　The wooden barrel was not big, only big enough to accommodate one person.

　　Wen Jian stood behind her, tied her black hair with a ribbon, then scooped up some water in his hand, loosened his fingers, and the water fell along his fingers onto her collarbone. The collarbone was so delicate, and the water droplets fell into the collarbone to form a pool of water. The overflowing water slid down the arc of the upright breasts, sinking into the breasts, or the breasts covered with powder...

　　Although the two of them had already had the most intimate relationship, Ji Sang really couldn't stand a man staying by her side and staring at her bathing. She leaned against the wooden barrel with her back stiff, lowering her head and thinking that if the wooden barrel was not small, she could bury herself in the bucket.

　　The content is not finished yet, continue reading on the next page. The man's big hands were no longer limited to scooping water to help her wash her shoulders, but slid along her shoulders to her breasts.

　　Ji Sang leaned back unconsciously, her face burning with shame: "Wen Jian... I... I can wash myself."

　　Wen Jian's dark eyes looked at the protruding joints on the back of her neck, and he leaned down to kiss her with his tongue along the back of her neck and kissed her slender shoulders. His breath was hot and his tongue was even hotter.

　　Ji Sang was trembling all over.

　　The next moment, she was picked up by the man, dripping with water, and sat in the chair next to the wooden barrel.

　　Ji Sang screamed, only to find that the wooden chair was not uncomfortable, and it was covered with a mattress. Before she could react, the man had already lowered his head to kiss her breasts, and his tongue circled around the pink breasts, biting them, and his palms grasped her breasts into various shapes.

　　Ji Sang bit her lip and whimpered, "Wen Jian... I can't do it anymore..."

　　Her legs were as soft as noodles.

　　"Hmm."

　　Wen Jian made a sound in his throat, and then he swallowed and bit one side of her, then went to eat the other side, and gently spread her legs apart with his fingers, and rubbed her legs with his fingertips, where water had already oozed out. He rubbed and kissed her, and kissed her all the way from Shangru. The remaining water on her body was sucked into his mouth, and his ears were filled with the sound of "tsk tsk".

　　Ji Sang was shaking all over .