"Don't understand..."
Lian Qiao bit fiercely into the hollow of his shoulder, suffering various internal injuries and emotional blockages, she shook her head while muttering, "Generation gap, generation gap."
"What generation gap?"
Furrowing her brows, Lian Qiao muttered softly, "They say every three years creates a generation gap, you're six years older than me, so we have two generation gaps..."
"Damn!" He cursed softly and, without waiting for her to react, the man tightened his arms and pressed her onto the bed, repeatedly kissing the mouth that wanted to speak, "Think I'm old, huh?"
"Dare not... Mmm... Dare not..."
This man really is, an alien creature...
Such a headache!
Out of helplessness, Lian Qiao wrapped her little hands around his neck to return his kisses for a while, then smiled greasily and sycophantically, as images kept piling up in her head—we have got to take a look today for a feast for the eyes.
