The kiss became intense.
When she came back to her senses, she was pressed against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window and was entangled with him.
behind him was the cold glass and half of new York's night view.
being pressed down like this was like floating in the air, in danger of falling at any time.
She didn't dare to push him, for fear that she would be crushed into pieces.
man and woman, perfect and ugly, now perfectly combined.
He kissed her so deeply that she felt pain in the depths of her soul.
finally, he was satisfied and let go of her body.
Ye Liangqiu's legs gave way and she fell.
he didn't help her up. under the light, the mask on his face stood out.
he looked down at the panting woman and said in a hoarse voice, " "ye liangqiu, are you sure? are you sure that this face won't disgust you? it will even give you nightmares."
She was half-leaning against the glass and had to support herself with one hand.
