Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 309 Jin Yarong’s Little Thoughts (1)

Jin Yarong's face was flushed, and the smell that he had never experienced was lingering in his nose.

From time to time, she sucked her nose gently and sniffed the smell. She couldn't tell whether she was more shy or curious.

Holding a tissue, bent, and carefully wiping the soles of the feet and thighs with both hands.

After wiping it clean, he held a corner of the paper ball in his hands, and glanced at the man leaning against the head of the bed and laughing secretly.

"Hmph, just watch me clean up myself, hum~"

"I'm afraid I'll help you clean up, and I will be unable to hold back myself."

Han Zidong raised his left hand and touched the soles of Jin Yarong's feet. The experience just now was indeed not as comfortable as fighting with close-fitting, but it was better to experience novelty and it was very exciting.

Jin Yarong smiled and pursed her lips, pulled out a few more pieces of paper, wrapped it in a roll, and kneaded it into a ball and threw it aside.

Seeing Han Zidong touching her feet again, she retracted her legs: "Why are you touching my feet again? Do you still want them?"

Han Zidong looked at Jin Yarong: "Then I want it, you can give it?"

"Well..."

Jin Yarong put his arms around his hands, raised his chin slightly, and raised a curve in the corner of his mouth: "I want to think about it."

"That's it."

Han Zidong lost interest.

This kind of little sex game is a novelty, just like a snack, it is a side dish after a meal and can never replace the meal.

He asked, "Are you still having a meal?"

"Nothing to eat, I have no appetite."

Jin Yarong's nose wings fluttered.

Unlike what she expected, the smell did not dissipate as she wiped it clean, but instead became stronger and stronger.

She raised her hand and leaned under her nose. A strong smell poured into her nose. She removed her hand in disgust.

He crawled to Han Zidong with his body bent, raised his hands and pressed them on Han Zidong's short shirt and wiped them. Unfortunately, it was useless, and her hands still smelled.

Maybe it's not just her hands, but also her body...

"It's all a little bitch, it makes me smell like you."

"What my taste is your taste, that is the taste of love."

Han Zidong smiled and hugged Jin Yarong into his arms, leaned over slowly with his head. Jin Yarong did not dodge, but closed his eyes and took the initiative to greet him.

The two people's lips were pressed together. His lips held Jin Yarong's lower lip and bitten it lightly, which made Jin Yarong groan, smiled, held the face of the person in his arms with both hands, and kissed him again.

Let's go together.

Jin Yarong slowly lay down, hooked the man's neck with both hands, and warmly catered to the other party's kiss.

After about a minute, the two of them separated their lips.

At some point, Jin Yarong's suspender slipped down, Han Zidong's head pressed against the other party's shoulder, smelling the scent of nothingness, his throat moved unyieldingly, and a burst of passionate energy rushed up his head.

"Dear, can we take a shower together?"

Hearing Han Zidong's words, Jin Yarong's lips curled up: "No, why are you still thinking about this?"

He supported his body with both hands and sat up.

Holding up the sliding suspender, she tilted her head and thought for a while: "I know if I ask you if you can guarantee that you won't touch your feet, you will definitely say yes, but after entering together, you will definitely not be able to control yourself, right?

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Han Zidong nodded his head very gently, pursed his lips slightly, and pointed his fingers in his hands, trying to work harder.

Jin Yarong said: "If you want it again, how should I satisfy you then?"

Han Zidong glanced at the other party's hand, and the meaning was very obvious.

Jin Yarong raised his hand angrily: "Do you have to try my whole body?"

Han Zidong heard the meaning of giving in Jin Yarong's words.

"Did you agree?"

Jin Yarong nodded: "There is no time left. I still have a trip in the afternoon. Let's wash it faster."

Han Zidong was overjoyed, pulled up his slippers, picked up Jin Yarong and left the bedroom.

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