Shen Yu clasped her wrist and put it up again. The tip of her tongue swept the soft flesh on her earlobe, licked it, and continued to ask in a low voice, "where do you like me to touch you",Shen grabbed her waist and hooked her back with a hoarse voice: "Why are you running","I'll do it," Shen Yu clung to her wrist. He lowered his eyelashes, and the soft paper towel carefully wiped each of her fingers. "after all, my things."。