"Ah, Zhang Xiaomeng, are you trying to kill me?"
"You've nearly fucked my little heart out."
As the ultimate sensation surged to the crown of her head, Fang Qing completely unleashed her nature.
An hour later, Fang Qing was utterly spent.
Fang Qing looked at Zhang Xiaomeng with complex emotions.
What was their relationship supposed to be now?
Zhang Xiaomeng took out a bottle of whitening cream and applied it to her pretty face.
Fang Qing resisted somewhat, turning her head away.
Obviously, she was still angry about Zhang Xiaomeng's earlier dominance.
Yet, it felt thrilling to her somehow.
Her heart was torn.
"Stay still, this stuff can heal your scars and make you even whiter."
Upon hearing this, Fang Qing paused and let Zhang Xiaomeng do as he pleased.
The process was actually very quick, but with a beauty so charming before him, how could Zhang Xiaomeng remain unmoved?
As Zhang Xiaomeng placed his rough hands on Fang Qing's peaches.
