Zheng Jing looked down at his sister, who was exuding a charming glow, and his heart was filled with love. He couldn't control himself anymore. He held her face and kissed her on her red lips.
In the small car, the temperature rose sharply, and the kiss made the two short of breath and their clothes messy.
Zheng Lun had been softened by Zheng Jing's kisses and caresses. She subconsciously held Zheng Jing's neck, wanting more.
Zheng Jing was still rational. He let go of Zheng Lun with difficulty, trying to stop the intimate action that he had been so obsessed with.
But Zheng Lun wouldn't let him go. She changed her timidness and tried to get into his arms.
"Brother, hug me. Don't let me go. I don't like it when you're so far away from me ..."
As she said that, she kissed him without any pattern. Her small hand went under his shirt, and she messed around all over his body, lighting fires everywhere.
