You're sick in the head!
An'an opened her small mouth and bit the corner of his lip with force. "If I'm sick, you have the medicine to treat me."
Lu Yan swallowed and his Adam's apple bobbed as he closed his eyes, admitting defeat. He opened his mouth and his tongue pushed its way into her wanting mouth, past those sinful, pink lips.
Unzipping his pants, her hands continued to slip down…
…
On the other side, Fu Qinglun had returned after he finished picking the hawthorns. The hawthorns were all in his shirt pocket and he went to find Lin Shiyu.
He stopped in his tracks soon after. Underneath the bright lights, he saw Lin Shiyu and Fu Jingtong.
