At this moment, the back that was pressed against his body was slowly burning. The heat rose from the bottom to the top, infecting the cool air around him.
His large palm caressed her waist through the fabric, and ning Qing trembled.
His scorching hot kiss fell on her.
No room for rejection.
She was dizzy.
When she came back to her senses, she was already lying on the large desk.
She looked up and could only see the cold light that was shining down on her, so bright that she could barely open her eyes.
In front of her eyes was his face that was as handsome as a God.
"Nian lie, Qianqian."
She seemed to have noticed something, and her entire body trembled like a sieve.
He hugged her back tightly, his voice hoarse and magnetic, tempting her to sink in.
"Are you willing to?"
The sweat on his forehead fell and landed on her chest.
