Small theater:
On a dark and stormy night, the two people who worked overtime until late at night collided violently in the office.
Afterwards, Jiang Qing collapsed in Huo Kai's arms, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blurred.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to describe Huo Kai's facial features, from the high bridge of his nose to his sexy thin lips, and finally stopped at Huo Kai's slender fingers.
"Mr. Lu, your hands are so beautiful..." Jiang Qing's voice was hoarse and sounded particularly seductive.
Huo Kai chuckled, took Jiang Qing's hand, put it to his lips and kissed it softly, "As long as you like it."
Jiang Qing felt a smooth touch on her fingertips.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw were several tentacles with suction cups!
Tentacle? ! ! !
Jiang Qing collapsed: "Lao Gong! When we were together, you never said you had tentacles!"
Intention: Love yourself
