She raised her eyebrows up slightly. Her lips felt as if there were ants climbing on them. Her weak neck was in his palms. He squeezed, and she had no other choice but to open her mouth and allow him inside.
Leng Zhiyuan's entire body went soft. She'd always behaved as she pleased. She did not like men. She looked down on men. She did not need men…but she never imagined a day when she would be taken over by a man.
She was all soft in his palms now.
Her small hand climbed up slowly from his shirt. She climbed up to his shoulders. His figure was strong, and every part of him was defined well. His shoulders were extremely well-defined, and he looked extremely masculine.
Her tongue felt pain. He was crazily going at her. She had a frown on her face as she held it in, and she used her hand to caress him, Zhou Yao, her man.
Suddenly, a melodious ringtone rang out, and the phone in his pocket was ringing.
