One of Zhang Jinyan's legs rested on the ball table, and his entire upper body lay prone. The soft fabric wrapped the two B*tt0cks tightly, and you could almost see the traces of the edge of his underwear, a vague and narrow triangle.
Zhang Yuchuan stood aside with his arms crossed, his absolutely cold eyes fixed on Zhang Jinyan's B*tt.
He seems to be thinking about what excuse he can use to get his hands on it.
Zhang Jinyan looked back at Zhang Yuchuan warily, then turned his head back with a blushing face because he was so frightened by his gaze on his B*tt.
At this time, Zhang Yuchuan slapped Zhang Jinyan's B*tt0cks hard, making the B*tt0cks tremble, and said coldly: "Don't stick your B*tt0cks out so high, your center of gravity is unstable."
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