Uh!
A sweet taste filled his mouth, brimming with fragrance!
She was already his wife, and such a fine one at that; Ye Fan certainly wouldn't refuse. In an instant, he reversed their roles, taking Qing Ruolan's cherry lips into his mouth.
Hmm?
Qing Ruolan, already bashful, was shocked to find Ye Fan taking the initiative to advance on her, her pupils dilating in surprise.
But she was quickly intoxicated by that marvelous sensation, her body going limp in Ye Fan's arms, allowing his hands to roam freely over her body.
This dead rascal!
Who said he was a fool?
He clearly knows how!
Hmph!
Qing Ruolan was both shy and somewhat reconciled to it.
After a long while, short of breath from the kissing, she reluctantly pulled away from Ye Fan, realizing they were at the hotel entrance with so many people coming and going. Qing Ruolan pouted and struck him lightly on the chest, "Xiao Fan, you're terrible, always bullying me!"
