One hundred twenty-seven This isn't kissing?_1

"Auntie, what are you talking about!"

She was so nervous that even her voice unintentionally tightened.

Her face was even more filled with embarrassment.

How could she reasonably ask such a thing.

Even if it were her own daughter, she couldn't be so direct.

She had no mental preparation at all!

Aunt Zhang looked at Ji Pianran's face, which was flushed red.

She couldn't help laughing.

She was in her fifties, what hadn't she seen?

All this talk, isn't it just about the matters between a couple?

What's that, who hasn't been young before, she had two sons herself!

In fact, when she saw Ji Pianran's shy look just now, Aunt Zhang could tell at a glance.

These two must not have slept together for a long time.

If it were really an old husband and wife, it wouldn't be possible to feel embarrassed just from a touch on the face!

That's why she asked.