When they met again, he hadn't expected it would be in such a place, and Zhang Qiang was about to become someone else's wife.
Tonight, Zhang Qiang in her pure white wedding dress, was so beautiful.
"You came," Zhang Qiang slowly stood up.
Tang Feng just stood there, dumbfounded, nodding his head.
Feeling somewhat at a loss.
Zhang Qiang stepped forward, reached out, and closed the door behind her.
In Tang Feng's astonishment, Zhang Qiang embraced him from behind.
Her full, soft breasts pressed against his back.
Tang Feng suddenly snapped out of it, turned around, and pulled Zhang Qiang in her wedding dress into his arms.
"Zhang Qiang..."
"Don't talk, kiss me," Zhang Qiang said, covering his mouth with her hand.
Tang Feng nodded, lowered his head, and kissed her fiery red lips.
A faint taste of orange, slightly sweet.
His hand caressed down her spine, moving slowly downward.
Until they reached her round, perky behind.
