Behind the huge rock, Wang Xiaolong and Li Yingying were like two piles of dry firewood collected by the old farmers in the threshing ground in autumn!
One could easily imagine that once a spark appeared, it would surely ignite a raging inferno.
At this moment, Li Yingying's words were like gasoline poured onto that very spark.
They made an already burning Wang Xiaolong even more restless and impatient.
His arms drew together, hugging the delicate beauty even tighter as he leaned in for a direct kiss.
Before coming to the mountain, Li Yingying had made herself up with great care.
Her pretty face wore light makeup, making her features even more delicate and charming.
Although her attire wasn't as revealing as Zhang Qinfen's, it had a flavor of its own.
The upper body was clad in a white cardigan with lace patterns embroidered around the neckline and cuffs.
Below her fair neck was a pink bow tie that matched her shirt, adding a touch of innocence to her mature charm.
