Second Uncle's Face Slapping (1)

Cen Juan was speechless.

At this moment, he could not take it anymore.

The man's long eyelashes drooped slightly. He tilted his face slightly and rubbed against the little girl's soft cheek gently. A sexy and hoarse laugh rolled out from his throat.

Fu Ting sat face to face in his arms. She grabbed Cen Juan's hand with one hand and placed it on top of her head. She rubbed her head against his palm like a spoiled child.

The little girl was naturally exquisite and translucent. At this moment, a blush appeared on her fair cheeks, making her look like a glittering rose.

She said seriously," I'm a kitten. You have to touch me."

Her soft voice was seductive, and it easily hit the man's heart.

Cen Juan licked the corner of his lips, and his eyes darkened. He rubbed the top of the little girl's head and lowered his voice slightly. It was as light as a feather, gentle and alluring." Why is the kitten so obedient today?""