Sang Xia was still sitting on the high chair, looking at Rong Zhan walking over without blinking. Then, he grabbed her body and kissed her lips passionately.
A deep kiss and a passionate entanglement. Rong Zhan was so strong that he wanted to merge their bodies together. He held her waist with one hand and held the back of her head with the other as he kissed her deeply.
Sang Xia didn't even get down from the high chair. She raised her head and was forced to bear the pain for a moment before she started to take the initiative to get up.
She hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
She could feel his excitement, his eagerness, and even his relief and touch.
