After the two of them separated, Rong Yan was already panting and lying in his arms in a soft ball. Her lips were red and glistening, and they were slightly swollen. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked young and charming. She was beautiful and tender like a flower bud that had just bloomed.
Rong Yan gently hit Liancheng Yazhi. Bastard, the driver was still watching in front.
This time, Liancheng Yazhi's kiss was full of hatred. Not only did Rong Yan feel a burning sensation on her lips, but even the tip of her tongue was numb. Her mouth and breath were filled with Liancheng Yazhi's scent, the clear and elegant masculine scent that only belonged to him.
Liancheng Yazhi felt that as Rong Yan grew up, his desire also began to expand. At first, he could still control it, but now it was gradually beginning to lose control.
Liancheng Yazhi hugged Rong Yan tightly and rested his chin on her shoulder, trying hard to calm down the agitation brought by his body.
