Master, You're Bad

The beautiful figure in burglar clothes naturally struggled in humiliation.

"Elegant butterfly..."

"No, you can't do that!"

"Yo, it's a beautiful girl from Japan. I like this." Ye Feng intentionally smiled evilly, his hands did not stop moving.

"Today, I'm going to show off my power for the country!"

"Hehe, so annoying. Master, did you already recognize Fuuma Jianwu?" The beautiful figure felt Ye Feng's hand on her body and saw his salacious smile, she could not help but laugh while feeling a little restless.

"What do you think?" Ye Feng also felt that she was subconsciously trying to cater to him. Her breathing and heartbeat had become subtle, and as he smiled, his blood started to boil.

He was just going to scare her and force her to act, but now he was starting to get heated.

"Master..." And this way, Fuuma Jianwu who had not been nourished by Ye Feng for a while could not help but twist her body.