The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

Salty pork knuckle? !

Nan Sijue thought of the soft ball he accidentally touched just now. Although it was small, it still felt good.

He swallowed with some unfinished thoughts and felt that his whole body was getting hot.

"Yours is not as big as mine, do you have to be worthy of me?!" Nan Sijue's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he spoke insincerely, with a hint of disgust.

But only he knew how much influence that soft touch had on him.

Just thinking about it made him excited.

The big palms surrounding Luo Liyan were clenched tightly into fists behind his back, and he tried hard to restrain his body's reaction from becoming more intense.

But with his beloved woman in his arms, exuding a faint body fragrance, it was simply a fatal temptation for him.

But it took a lot of effort to hold her, and if he was asked to let go now, he simply couldn't do it.

I don’t know when the next opportunity will come.

Luo Liyan forgot about her struggle when he said it. She lowered her head and looked at her chest, which was so flat that she could only vaguely see the rise and fall. Then she looked at Nan Sijue's chest, and her teeth were itching with hatred.

"You haven't taken off your clothes, who knows what your figure is like!" she replied in a mean tone.

In my memory, he has never filmed a sex scene, let alone any fashion magazine blockbuster with his bare upper body naked, so his figure has always been a mystery in the fan circle.

Everyone can only rely on his usual habit of loving sports and forcefully have sex on his own.

"Why, are you still thinking about it?" Nan Sijue's last voice rose upward, and a spring-filled smile appeared above Luo Liyan's invisible head.

If she was really interested in her body, he could show it to her at night.

Fortunately, I haven't slacked off from exercising recently, so I should be able to appear in the most perfect state in front of her at any time.

"Who... who wants to see you!" Luo Liyan growled weakly, but put her hands directly on Nan Sijue's chest, pushing, trying to break free from his restraint.

That hard chest had an alluring curve, and Luo Liyan couldn't help but press it gently.

His slender fingers gently traced across the top of the clothes, causing Nan Sijue to feel a tingling sensation.

He felt as if his whole body was on fire, and it took all his willpower to restrain himself from kissing her fiercely.

"It turns out that just looking at her can't satisfy you anymore, but if you touch her like this, aren't you going to pay something?" Nan Sijue's breathing became a little heavier, and there was a bright spring water in his eyes.

Only then did Luo Liyan realize what she had just done, and her face was as shy as a peach in autumn.

She bit her lower lip and refused to look at Nan Sijue.

And Nan Sijue was no longer pressing forward, his deep eyes were fixedly looking at the little man he was carrying, and his heart, which had been empty for nearly 30 years, was gradually filled.

After a long while, I heard the soft and cute voice say weakly, "Then you touched me just now, so at most it's even."

"Well, it's even." The corner of Nan Sijue's mouth raised a nice curve, and his tone was full of indulgence and doting.

Hearing this made Luo Liyan feel horrified. She felt that Su Junjie, who was sitting in the front row, had silently thought of ten thousand ways to die.

After pushing Nan Sijue and realizing that he was no longer restraining her, Luo Liyan hurriedly climbed back to her seat.