qin anlan was still warm. he lowered his head to kiss her small lips and realized that she was a little distracted.
he grabbed her hand and hung her around his neck. he lowered his head and kissed her intensely, not allowing her to think about anything else other than him.
slowly, she was also moved. she raised her head and moved her upper lips closer to make their kiss deeper.
in the middle of the night, the cars on the roadside shook rhythmically, which disturbed lin xingyuan's heart.
He looked on, his Adam's apple bobbed, his fingers clenched into fists, and he closed his eyes.
the headlights from the front shone into their car, and he could see liang qiu's intoxicated face, which could almost be considered crazy.
There was not a trace of blood on his face as he looked at them reveling like he was torturing himself.
a feast that did not belong to him.
the kissing and revelry in the car had not ended.
