Is It Too Late To Regret Chapter 67

Pushing Elliot Duan to the sofa in the living room, Aiden Jiang leaned over and K!ssed him again, lighting fire everywhere on Elliot Duan's eyebrows, lips, and chin.

One hand pressed Elliot Duan's shoulder, and the other hand caressed Elliot Duan's side face with superior bones. His fingertips followed the neck line and stopped at the rapidly rolling Adam's apple. He played with it a few times and then aggressively moved toward him. Collar attack...

This was the first time that Aiden Jiang had full control in the true sense. With Elliot Duan almost indifferent, he finally died from exhaustion and lay on Elliot Duan's well-dressed chest, panting.

At first, he wanted to take off pieces of Zhuixian's jacket, but the winter coat was too complicated, and he lost patience as soon as he unbuttoned the first two buttons.

"Measuring waist circumference is not my business alone. Why don't you cooperate at all?"