"Hmm?" Li Jian stopped in his tracks, turned around suspiciously and glanced over. "Honey, what did you just call out..."
Tang Xueyao was mortified to the extreme.
In a panic, she could only use the soy milk as an excuse.
"I didn't call out anything. It's the soy milk you bought, it burned me a little."
"That's not right, the soy milk I bought isn't that hot, is it?"
"Anyway, it's really hot. I don't want to drink it anymore."
Tang Xueyao spoke as she picked up the soy milk, about to toss it into the nearby trash can.
But as I kept teasing her, her delicate body shook uncontrollably, her heart pounding in chaos.
Ah! She yelped.
Her hand slipped.
The cup of warm soy milk spilled all over her body in an instant.
Her chest and waist were completely soaked in soy milk, and it even ran down along her thighs.
Having skipped breakfast, my heart skipped a beat—I started licking up the soy milk spilled on her skin.
The sensation was absolutely exquisite.
