Ivy Song, who was intoxicated by his superb K!ssing skills, was stripped of her clothes by him in a daze. His fingertips turned and unhooked the tight belt around her waist, and the loose old clothes fell down. She suddenly opened her eyes and pushed him away with rapid breathing.
The half-naked breasts delighted him in the dancing firelight. Zhong Yanjing extended his bright red tongue to lick the crystal saliva she left on her lips. His clear eyes were covered with rich eroticism. He approached her again, and the scorching heat emanating from his body made her want to hide.
It shouldn't be like this?
In all the female-dominant novels and TV dramas she had watched, the men in them would never disobey their wives. Why was it different with her?
"Ivy Song, what are you thinking about?"
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