Tan Zhenghong felt stifled, with beauty and warmth in his arms, and yet she kept teasing him, how could he possibly not react?
Qiao Duo'er moved her hand up and down; she didn't believe Tan Zhenghong could hold out!
It wasn't long before someone's breathing became erratic, and what followed happened naturally.
"Husband, give me a smile," Qiao Duo'er coquettishly whined.
She was bold and enthusiastic, her passion fiery.
The woman daring enough to pull a man onto a sofa was probably only her, truly a bloody unforgettable and special experience.
Qiao Duo'er placed her hand against Tan Zhenghong's chest, "Are you still angry?"
"You..." Tan Zhenghong glared at Qiao Duo'er.
Qiao Duo'er looked innocent, "Why are you glaring at me? Wouldn't it be okay if you just said you weren't angry?"
Tan Zhenghong said, word by word, "I'm not angry anymore."
Qiao Duo'er obediently withdrew her strength, and her arms instead wrapped around Tan Zhenghong's neck.
