"Xiaomeng, you really are a bad guy, a naughty boy," Rong Anyao resisted a little but then she began to worry.
"But what if..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Zhang Xiaomeng sealed her cherry lips once more.
Zhang Xiaomeng pressed her onto the office sofa, and soon he had stripped Rong Anyao into a pure white sheep.
Only a soft moan could be heard from Rong Anyao, as if her heartbeat was about to leap out.
Her entire being was turned upside down.
Rong Anyao's face was flushed with shyness, and those soft moans escaped her lips.
She shot Zhang Xiaomeng a thousand charming and a hundred coquettish glances, "Xiaomeng, you really are my nemesis, yet you still came in."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaomeng's lust surged, and he began an intense and thrilling siege.
An hour later, Rong Anyao finally got off the battleground with her body limp and weak, walking unsteadily, inadvertently pinching Zhang Xiaomeng's waist fiercely.
