It was just a moment, a pair of bright, shiny large balloons actually bounced out directly.
Heart-thumpingly thrilling, Zhang Xiaomeng felt that even the rushing tide of the Yangtze River wasn't as tumultuously surging.
The phrase "baby-faced with huge breasts" seemed to fit Bai Yifei without the slightest sense of incongruity.
Zhang Xiaomeng covered Bai Yifei's mouth with one hand and then bent down to kiss her fullness.
In just an instant, Bai Yifei thought her soul might fly out to the heavens.
A tingling numbness permeated down to her heart, infiltrating her soul, making it almost float away.
For twenty whole years, Bai Yifei had never felt this way before.
Damn it, why, why do I feel so good being bullied by this guy?
Bai Yifei couldn't understand why this was happening.
The flame within her heart reignited at that moment, more feverish than before.
She didn't know what this feeling was.
