Song Nuan deleted what she had typed out, the thumbnail just showed a hand.
She frowned, was it really this hand that bothered her? She found it a bit hard to believe.
With a curious mindset, she opened the image.
She saw the picture, it was a slender hand.
The joints were distinct, the skin was a cool white, and the veins stood out, carrying a certain sensual appeal.
On the hand, under the sunlight, there seemed to be a clear and somewhat milky liquid.
It was gleaming.
Song Nuan frowned, unable to discern anything significant.
She enlarged the picture, examined it repeatedly, but still could not find anything.
"?" She sent a question mark over.
Gu Nanjiu: "You've brought me into another world, a very different world."
In the past, such things were only natural tendencies.
Now, such things indeed bring a certain pleasure.
And psychological satisfaction.
"?" Song Nuan sent another question mark over, completely unable to understand what this man was talking about.
