Fu Meiting looked at Zhang Xian and nodded heavily.
Zhang Xian became excited, while pulling Fu Meiting with him toward the couch. The reason he had been holding back before was because he was afraid of commitment, afraid of the emotional debt it brought.
Now that Fu Meiting reassured him that he didn't need to take responsibility, he was unable to resist. This period of time with several women, constantly gaining small advantages, his inner lust had already gone out of control.
He rushed to the couch in just a few steps and pressed down on Fu Meiting's hot body. Laughing, he asked, "Elder Sister Meiting, you're not lying to me, are you? You won't cause me trouble later?"
"Huh, so you're just afraid of trouble!" Fu Meiting laughed, "It's fine, you can do whatever you want. After we are done, you can get up and leave without any worries, I won't bother you."
Zhang Xian swallowed nervously and without hesitation, fiercely kissed Fu Meiting's rosy lips.
