He wanted to merge her entire being with him, blood and flesh.
On this bed that he had fantasized about her countless times.
Rong Zhan's hand reached into her waist and slowly moved up, lifting her clothes.
His thin lips gently pecked her delicate and fragrant neck from behind. He was as beautiful as an elegant Swan. His palm slid into her hair, infatuated with her soft touch.
He was easily aroused by the woman he was in love with.
Even if she stood still, she was like a walking drug to him.
At the beginning, sang Xia had to bear with it silently, but in the end, she could not take it anymore.
Her legs went soft and trembled.
Finally, she suddenly pressed down on the hand that was wreaking havoc and looked back slowly. There was a complicated look in her slightly dazed eyes. Her lips moved. Rong Zhan, let's talk.
Rong Zhan, let's talk openly.
What were they now?
