Zhang Xiaomeng held Liu Rushuang as if he wanted to knead her into his own body.
And Liu Rushuang, from initially resisting, gradually warmed up, as if she was about to completely accept Zhang Xiaomeng.
Zhang Xiaomeng kissed her lips, searching for that uniquely Liu Rushuang's fragrant tongue, an incomparably delightful experience, yet he could clearly feel Liu Rushuang's panic, as she was still trying to escape.
Only her movements had become very slow.
A few minutes later, Liu Rushuang had completely calmed down, panting, looking at Zhang Xiaomeng with affectionate and meaningful eyes, obviously having truly been moved.
Zhang Xiaomeng continued his assault downward until his kiss reached the softness at her chest.
