Qiao Yin was afraid her waist would be broken by his grip, but she refused to admit defeat, continuing to bite his flesh, her mouth already saturated with the taste of iron.
Suddenly, Lu Lingche laughed, then lowered his head and bit her ear.
Unlike Qiao Yin's hard bite, his bite was delicately balanced, neither light nor heavy, enough to make Qiao Yin shudder slightly.
She let out a low cry, involuntarily releasing her mouth.
After all, they had been husband and wife for three months, so Lu Lingche was intimately familiar with her sensitive areas.
She stomped on Lu Lingche's foot in anger, "Lu Lingche, you are shameless!"
Lu Lingche wrapped his leg around hers, preventing her from moving, his breath was irregular, "I was never a good person, didn't you know that already?"
At this moment, Qiao Yin was completely enveloped in his arms. They were pressed close together, seemingly like the most intimate lovers.
