Chapter 269 The Boss's Cat in His Palm 58
It was truly a novel thing for the words "Pei Pretty" to come out of Pei Ji's mouth.
Song Jinhuan peeked over and asked, "What kind of help do you need?"
Pei Ji, with half his body still in the bathroom, calmly said, "I'll tell you once you get here."
Song Jinhuan has always been a very curious person who loves to join in the fun.
Pei Ji's suspenseful behavior had her completely under his control.
The girl quickened her pace and reached the man in just a few steps.
Before she could even stand up straight, Pei Ji pulled her into the bathroom.
With a loud thud, Song Jinhuan's back slammed against the wall.
On the left is a large round mirror.
The man in the mirror had one hand on the tile behind the girl's ear, and the other hand was guiding the girl's hand to her waistband.
The man's bangs were disheveled.
"Is it okay?" His voice was terribly hoarse, a far cry from its clear and melodious tone just now.
Song Jinhuan looked up.
Pei Ji was truly handsome, and at this moment, the lust surging from his eyes was unabashedly revealed.
It teeters on the edge of being out of control.
He was tempting Song Jinhuan to do something.
She swallowed hard, and before she could even process her thoughts, she nodded.
Pei Ji smiled and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Thank you, Seventeen."
Then Song Jinhuan saw the true face of the lurking behemoth.
Her cheeks were flushed.
His gaze darted away.
My palms are burning and numb.
The man's head rested on Song Jinhuan's shoulder, his exceptionally hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
After an unknown amount of time, soft, rhythmic panting began to rise close to my ear.
Song Jinhuan tilted her head and saw the man's reddened eyes and taut jawline.
In a daze, she realized that she wanted to see Pei Ji, who was so consumed by desire because of her that he couldn't extricate himself.
With just a flick of the finger, one can easily control his senses.
Oh, so this is what a mimosa plant is like.
The moment Pei Ji released his grip on her palm, she tilted her head and gently touched his lips.
"Pei Ji, your voice is very nice~"
Pei Ji's Adam's apple bobbed as he felt the sensation return. It took him a while to recover before he reluctantly straightened up.
The tap was turned on.
Pei Ji grabbed Song Jinhuan's hand and washed it without saying a word.
Too silent.
Song Jinhuan couldn't help but ask curiously, "Pei Ji, are you in your post-coital trance right now?"
Pei Ji's large hand trembled slightly. "How do you know so much?"
"Is it hard to know this?" She's learning so much more and more these days!
I'm no longer a clueless newbie!
Pei Ji took out two tissues and wiped the water droplets off her hands.
"It's not difficult, but it's not accurate."
Song Jinhuan was always curious, "Where is it inaccurate?"
Pei Ji: "Only when one is satisfied can it be called the time of a sage."
Song Jinhuan retorted, "You...were you not satisfied just now?"
No way, that long?
Pei Ji sneered and looked at her meaningfully, "At most, this is just an appetizer."
Song Jinhuan quickly pulled her hand back and used her other hand to protect it, looking at Pei Ji warily.
We can't do it again.
Your hands will really be ruined.
It's still numb, sore, and a little painful.
"What are you thinking? I'm not that much of a beast." Pei Ji secretly took a breath. Take it slow, anyway, Seventeen quite likes to hear him panting.
He decided to seduce her, hoping she would take advantage of him, and then take the opportunity to demand responsibility.
In this way, he became responsible for Seventeen.
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