Shen Yu clasped her wrist and put it up again. The tip of her tongue swept the soft flesh on her earlobe, licked it, and continued to ask in a low voice, "where do you like me to touch you","you **ing..." Lin Yu-Jing almost wanted to kick him out of bed. "will you shut up",the picture surprised Lin Yu that the whole person was not very good, and he was anxious to pull out his hand: "I'll wipe it myself."。