Qi Siyan's eyes, like water, glanced at Wu Song.
Her legs instinctively tightened, not letting Wu Song's fingers move around.
But Wu Song was stunned.
Because his fingers felt something unusual.
At the entrance of Qi Siyan's cavern, his fingers went in smoothly, but as they pushed further inside, it suddenly became narrow, like a bottle with a wide mouth and a thin neck. The entrance was easy, but the neck was tight.
What is this situation?
Wu Song couldn't help but look at Qi Siyan.
Qi Siyan also felt Wu Song's fingers pushing inside.
Seeing his expression, she pretended not to know and said, "Are you full?"
Wu Song laughed, "Where are you talking about?"
Qi Siyan clamped her legs, eating with chopsticks, saying, "Of course, the food, what else could it be?"
Wu Song chuckled, his fingers continuing to probe, though it was a bit difficult, but he managed to go in little by little, unable to hold back his amazement, "Whoa, it's so tight, who can fit in?"
