In the car, li junyu's large hand was still firmly clasped on the back of ruan Mengmeng's head.
Even outside the car, uncle Zhao's right hand was already on the door handle.
He did not have any intention of letting go.
At that moment, ruan Mengmeng's watery eyes shimmered with tears. She ... She was so anxious that she was about to cry!
However, she couldn't push him away, not at all.
Li junyu's right hand held her chin tightly and lifted it up.
Because her head was slightly raised, her pink and tender little mouth was almost in front of him, allowing him to taste it as he pleased.
He tasted her lips bit by bit.
He gently kissed her sweet and lovely lips, then bit them hard. As their lips and tongues intertwined, ruan Mengmeng felt as if all her strength had been sucked out.
No-I can't continue to kiss you ...
However, the young girl who was trapped in li junyu's arms could not even control her own fingers.
