Zhuo Nan immersed himself in Yan Hui's jacuzzi with his head and body, and the feeling of warm water wrapping his skin made him feel so comfortable that he wanted to sigh, his mouth opened slightly, and before he could sigh, he felt that something slipped in, connected with the warm water and the soft and slippery touch, Zhuo Nan didn't understand what it was, his tongue was entangled, and he was hooked in his mouth for a while before he easily opened him.

Zhuo Nan opened his eyes, and was stunned at first, he could actually open his eyes as freely as a fish in the water. When he saw the face, which was only two centimeters away from him, his pupils reflexively shrank and then widened.

"Yan ......" Zhuo Nan's back was blocked by the tongue that suddenly pushed between his teeth, and Yan Hui's tongue was thin from left to right along the corner of his lips

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