At that critical moment, Yang Hongling's right foot had already landed on the steps. Seeing that his left foot was about to catch up, Zhang Ronghua was anxious. He couldn't care less and rushed over like lightning.
A golden light flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Yang Hongling. Seeing her beautiful eyes looking at him coldly, he did not care. He reached out his hands, hugged her in his arms, and kissed her fiery red lips.
It was soft, smooth, sweet, and fragrant. It was like the most wonderful thing in the world. The feeling could not be described with words. It felt perfect.
Yang Hongling crashed on the spot!
