Jing Zhi and Zheng yuluo were so close to each other, and their lower bodies were even more intimate. Jing Zhi felt Zheng yuluo's reaction at the first moment.
Her face was no longer pale, but had a faint blush on it. She was gentle and charming, very different from her usual quiet and cold appearance!
Of course, Jing Zhi knew that it was Zheng yuluo's first time, not only because of the red color that symbolized a Virgin.
She didn't have any ****, and neither did he.
However, in this aspect, men were naturally able to learn it without a teacher. Moreover, although he had never put it into practice, he had a lot of theoretical experience.
The two of them lay on the carpet, entangled tirelessly. Zheng yuluo had lost all her strength to resist. She leaned softly against Jing Zhi's strong chest, her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling.
Just now, she had experienced the first time in her life that she had fallen.
