Attacking Wang Manni!

Shen Shuo felt his face was a little itchy in his sleep. He stretched out his hand to scratch his face, and his tentacles felt a little soft. Half asleep, he turned over, took the quilt and continued to sleep. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong, and clamped the quilt with his thighs. The soft cotton and the intimate touch of his brother were gone. He subconsciously touched his penis, but it was empty. Shen Shuo was so frightened that he lost all sleep. He closed his eyes and touched it again, but still nothing. Dream, must be dreaming! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.