Zhou Yao enjoyed the woman taking the lead. Over the past few days, his heart was all empty, but now that he was hugging her, his lips were full of her sweetness, and his entire heart was full now.
He kissed her for a long time. She let go of him slowly, but her small hands were still hugging his neck. Both of their noses were nudging one another, and they looked extremely intimate.
"Wifey, you don't have to worry. I would have come to save you." Leng Zhiyuan was drunk as she suddenly heard the man speak in a soft hoarse voice.
She froze and wanted to push him away quickly.
But his large palm was strong as he pinned the back of her head. He forced her to maintain this kind of intimate position as others looked at them.
"What are you doing?" she asked softly.
