He took the initiative to turn over and pinned ye qingge under him, looking at her shy look.
His deep eyes were scarlet red, and the fire of a Prairie was spreading unstoppably.
Ye qingge's fair little hand held li beixiao's arm tightly, feeling the burning skin.
He kissed her domineeringly and played around with her. Ye qingge was kissed like a fish that was stranded and needed water to breathe.
"Can I?" Li beixiao's voice was hoarse, and some of his emotions could not be concealed.
He could only hug her to sleep these days, but he couldn't take her one step further.
He was a very normal man. He had his own needs, and he was eager to have this woman completely.
Ye qingge was afraid, but she had seen li Beichen's respect and tolerance for her these days.
She didn't want him to take a cold shower every night. This man was worthy of her trust.
She also wanted to own him selfishly so that other women could forget about him.
