Leng Kuang's voice was like poison wrapped in sugar.
Chu Qing, who was consumed by lust, could not react at all. Her eyes were dazed and her long legs were wide open. She held Leng Kuang's waist tightly and responded to Yingluo passionately.
"Ah Qing, leave me!" His voice was very soft, not even as loud as his heartbeat or heavy breathing, but it still rang loudly in Chu Qing's soft and crisp eardrums.
ah Qing, leave me! he suddenly said. He sucked on Chu Qing's ear and breathed on her red neck. His body moved deeper and deeper, and his organs, which were as hard as stone, were pressed against her.
It seemed like there was only going in and no going out.
The word 'leave' stunned Chu Qing, and her body shrank subconsciously.
After being twisted like this, he almost let loose. He held it in and attacked and patted her more fiercely. He no longer felt pity for her like before. He was so fierce that he wanted to crush Chu Qing.
