Put Out My Desire First

The good-looking v-line stretched down towards his hard thigh muscles. Feng Qing gently poked them. Even in his sleep, the thigh muscles were still tight. His skin was flawless and shone like diamonds.

Xie Jiuhan was too perfect. His appearance was like a sculpture, and his figure was like a work of art. Even when he was lying there, the King's aura could not be concealed.

"Aiyah ~" Feng Qing exclaimed as she flew into the air. Xie Jiuhan pulled her out of the blanket with one hand, as if he was holding a little dog.

Seeing Xie Jiuhan's doubtful expression, Feng Qing's face turned red. She felt like a criminal who had been caught red-handed. Looking at her still empty gaze, Xie Jiuhan asked coldly, "Why aren't you sleeping? What are you looking for under the blanket?"