Before Ji Zhao could react, Shen Yao's right hand had already clasped the back of her head. The strong and domineering taste of his mouth lingered in her mouth. His nimble tongue licked her pearly white teeth and chased after her non-stop. He only gradually stopped when she begged for mercy.
Even without looking in the mirror, Ji Zhao knew that her lips were definitely red and swollen.
She puffed up her cheeks angrily and glared at him. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with anger and embarrassment.
"Grandfather's peanut crisps are really sweet."
Shen Yao suddenly reached out and hugged her. He breathed into her ear.
Ji Zhao suddenly felt a ticklish feeling on her neck, and she couldn't help but tremble.
"Shen Yao, you…"
