Ye Qingqiu leaned back slightly and was pressed back by Li Tingshen. His smiling eyes stared at her for a while before landing on her lips.
"I didn't expect you to forgive me. I just suddenly remembered the feeling of eating you up that night. But I didn't expect my face to be so useful."
Ye Qingqiu's eyelids twitched. "Do you have so little self-control over women?"
"It depends on who it is."
Li Tingshen's last word entered Ye Qingqiu's mouth.
Ye Qingqiu tilted her head to dodge and his lips caught up with hers.
"Get lost! I'm still angry…"
"I'm in a hurry, Mrs Li."
Ye Qingqiu suddenly paused. This form of address stirred up all the nerves in her body and she couldn't calm down for a long time.
By the time she reacted, she was already pinned down.
She entered the soft bed.
Anger surged within her. The more she struggled, the more convenient it was for Li Tingshen to take off her clothes.
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