song qincheng closed her eyes subconsciously. the taste of fresh tobacco was so strong in her mouth that it felt like it was going to melt into her blood and bones.
he even felt that his spine was trembling from the deep kiss.
in the past few days, the seemingly distant and calm atmosphere between her and yu tingchuan, which was actually full of undercurrents, disappeared the moment yu tingchuan lowered his head and kissed her. it was as if everything had become less important ...
yu tingchuan's grip on her waist tightened, as if he was going to crush her into pieces. their bodies pressed closer and closer together. song qincheng raised her head, and the back of her neck ached. she felt as if her heart was going to jump out of her throat.
the back of her head was held by yu tingchuan's left hand, which was wearing an expensive steel watch.
