Li Xiaoyao’s muscles seem to have been frozen, and the whole person has become a statue of stone. In the next cabin, the half naked Zhao ling’er is under the pressure of the young man. His lips and fragrant tongue are now being tasted and played by others wantonly. Li Xiaoyao looked at her intoxicated appearance. Her desire gradually rose to the top. Her hand holding the bulkhead could not help shaking slightly. She loosened her sword and held down her stiff penis.