Her actions were inexperienced, but she tried her best to match mo Yanchen's actions. Her small hands landed on his head, hugged him gently, and took the initiative to kiss him.
Her inexperienced kiss was like ants crawling on his body, and the blood in his body was surging. At this moment, mo Yancheng's blood was boiling. It was as if a small hand was continuously grabbing onto a certain part of his body. His heart was beating rapidly as he panted and hugged her tightly, deepening the kiss.
The curtains fluttered in the wind. The chill of the night entered the room, but it could not blow away the heat in the room.
"Wu ..." Her eyes were blurred, and she twisted her body uneasily, but she quickly fell into his gentleness and dominance.
