"I am your wife, Qin Jiaran is nothing... she is nothing… Fu Lingfeng, do you want me or not…" Her lips traced along his cheek, slowly covering his lips, their lips met, her muffled murmurs, "Take me… Let's be together, let's live our lives well…"
Her kissing technique was poor, resembling both kissing and biting, chaotically unstructured and full of naivety.
Yet, he felt his breathing thoroughly disrupted by her, his hand hanging by his side clenched tightly into a fist, at his chest, her soft little hands repeatedly touched his sensitive spots, gradually making his body temperature soar.
Huo Jingting, clinging to his last shred of sanity, grabbed her hand with his, and then threw it off forcefully, "Have you had enough?"
Rejected over and over again, she clenched her lips and couldn't help crying.
