"Right, you just realize now? It's too late..." His voice just faded, Su Chaoyang suddenly lowered his head and bit her neck, then twisted to kiss her, snatching away her breath.
These days, the temperature has been rising, and Mu Xiangwan has long shed her thick clothes. Today, she was only wearing a thin, knitted base shirt, with a big round neck.
"Chatterbox!"
"Hehe..."
He lingered for a while on her delicate and exquisite collarbone, and the man's breath gradually moved downwards. At the same time, unknowingly, he had already lifted up her base shirt.
