Chen Jiazhi did not expect Bei Qingqing to take the initiative to kiss him. His face instantly became a little hot, turning red.
He felt that his mind was a little muddled, and everything seemed to have stopped in time.
Bei Qingqing gently moved away from his lips. When she saw the man's dull eyes and red ears, she felt that he was a little funny. Why was he as innocent as she was?
Chen Jiazhi was still immersed in the kiss just now, but Bei Qingqing pulled him over and took the initiative to sit on his lap.
In an instant, the softness invaded his lips again, and the fragrance of jasmine echoed between his lips.
Chen Jiazhi gradually woke up, and his eyes were a little blurred.
He could not help but turn the tables and switch the positions of the two of them. Looking at the red face of the beauty under him, his brain buzzed, and he did not want to think about anything else.
