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

Chapter 43

Facing her through the glasses, full of provocation.

　　Ji Sang stared at the swollen part and swallowed his saliva subconsciously. He felt that all the pores on his body were about to burst. It was not right to take out his little hand, and it was not right not to take it out

　　. His little face was ashamed.

　　He said repeatedly: "I... I didn't say to apply it myself?"

　　Wen Jian's sight became dark and sticky, and his bottomless pupils stared at her exposed white thighs. Her leg skin was particularly delicate and slender. His mind was full of the scene of holding those two legs with both hands and fixing them crazy...

　　His Adam's apple swallowed unconsciously, and his voice was too hoarse when he spoke again.

　　"I just... forgot to tell you."

　　"The doctor said that you have to wash it with warm water before applying it."

　　Ji Sang's heart was beating fast, and she reacted a little slowly to cover her legs with the quilt. She grabbed the quilt and covered herself with it, her little face was so red that blood was dripping from her ears, "Oh...oh, I know, you...you put it there, I will..." wash it myself.

　　Content is not yet finished, continue reading on the next page Before she finished speaking, Wen Jian had already placed the basin beside the bed, then sat on the edge of the bed, put his hand into the steaming water, rubbed the handkerchief and squeezed it, looked at Ji Sang, and said, "Let me see."

　　Ji Sang shrunk his shoulders and covered the center of his legs, shaking his head frantically, "No, you're not a doctor."

　　"I'm your husband."

　　Ji Sang listened to the word "husband" and puffed his cheeks without saying a word.

　　"Hurry up, the cloth is getting cold."

　　Ji Sang's unwavering heart slowly cracked, and his wet eyes stared at Wen Jian for half a second. His mind was buzzing, and he made a compromise: "Then...then you wipe it, I will apply it myself." It's

　　just a wipe, and it's through the cloth, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

　　"Yes."

　　After getting the answer, Ji Sang nervously opened his legs.

　　Although there was a candle, the vision in the room was still dim. Wen Jian's fingers, which had been soaked in water, were warm. He grasped Ji Sang's thighs. Ji Sang's back was numb from the heat of his palms. It seemed that she could feel the strong hormones of a man. She shamelessly leaked water again...

　　The content is not yet finished. Read on the next page. Wen Jian opened her legs wider and saw the half-closed petals. Her body was very beautiful, without a single hair. It was as soft as a peeled egg. He stretched out his fingers and gently fiddled with it. His nails accidentally touched the trembling bulge standing upright in the air, which made Ji Sang shiver and whimper.

　　"Wen Jian..."

　　The pink slit was bright red and swollen.

　　"Ji Sang, you leaked a lot of water." He said, moving his fingers up and down between the two petals. The water hidden inside could not wait to flow out and soaked his hand.

　　Ji Sang blushed with shame, and she covered her face with her hands, not daring to look at him in shame, "Wen Jian... don't do it..."

　　Wen Jian retracted his fingers, opened the cloth, and gently placed it on her sIChu to help her wipe it. The warm temperature immediately ironed the softest part, which was so comfortable that a thin hum escaped from her throat, and her red lips slightly opened to exhale...

　　Wen Jian wiped it very carefully, and he lowered his handsome face, so close to her.