Next, Fang Hao watched Dong Jiayue's report from the side.
Occasionally, he would send her some weapons and equipment.
Meanwhile, Little White stayed quietly on the side, refilling the water cup with fruit wine from time to time.
She was like a petite maid.
Once Fang Hao closed the Book of Lords, Little White knew that he had finished his work.
Hearing the laughter downstairs, she squinted slightly.
She stumbled and accidentally knocked over the water cup on the table.
"Oh no, I've spilled the wine," Little White exclaimed.
She quickly looked around but didn't find any cloth to clean up the mess.
So, she leaned over the table and extended her soft, delicate tongue to lick the wine flowing down the tabletop.
Her cute face blushed, her eyes seductive.
Her round bottom perked up, hidden by her not-so-long skirt that just covered her upper thighs.
Giving peeks glimpses and hints.
Her soft, fair thighs and round, upright figure filled the room with a special atmosphere.