This feeling really made him feel extremely satisfied.
But then Han Zhuoli felt that he was even enjoying this guilty pleasure a bit too much.
"Big Brother Han," Lu called again gently.
Although it was a guilty pleasure, Han Zhuoli completely could not be bothered. "Call me that again."
Lu Man: "…"
Han Zhuoli held the back of her head with one hand, the other looped tightly around her waist and he kissed her fiercely.
Lu Man tilted backwards because of the pressure around her waist, so he used his arm to support her back.
Both of them had closed their eyes, feeling like they were floating in the strong, rolling waves of passion.
Finally, when he felt that Lu Man could hardly catch her breath, Han Zhuoli let go her of lips but still continued to peck on them lightly over and over again.
When Lu Man parted her lips to catch her breath, her breath was all over the place.
