This K!ss was not much different from the previous one. Ethan Fang's breathing was heavy, his penetration was eager, and his entanglement was clumsy and overbearing...
But there is also a fundamental difference. This time Ethan Fang did not drink.
I just drank some high-purine hot pot soup.
I won't fall asleep in the middle of a K!ss.
Nor will there be any fragments that are half true and half false.
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