The sweet taste was irresistible to Lin Fan.
In his arms, Ning Mengyao was as passionate as fire.
The deep affection he had suppressed for so long exploded in an instant.
In the face of a man who was willing to trade his life for her vitality,
she really couldn't think of any excuse to refuse this man.
At this moment, all she wanted was to hold him tightly.
Never to part for a lifetime.
"Cough cough... Have you kissed enough?"
Just as the two of them were deeply in love and kissing passionately,
suddenly a voice interrupted them.
Lin Fan wiped his mouth and turned to look at Sun Erhu, who was approaching from the opposite side.
His towering figure was covered in tattoos.
He was clearly no good.
As for the few following him, they were even more rascally.
"Disturbing one's sweet dreams is not a good habit."
Lin Fan stretched out his hand to protect Ning Mengyao behind him,
looking coldly at the guy who had interrupted their tender moment.
