This kiss, this grasp, it seemed to have teased Liu Zhizhong's soul into flying away.
Could this vixen be any more unrestrained?
Just this performance alone has got her so stirred up?
If I were to perform in bed, would she not be hopelessly devoted?
But then, all of a sudden, Little Zhizhong stood at attention.
Instantly, Luo Yanling's little hand couldn't hold on, suddenly retreated her red lips, and looked up at Liu Zhizhong in astonishment.
Her red lips parted in shock, her eyes like peach blossoms brimming with spring, radiant and endlessly attractive, "My goodness, Brother Zhizhong, this... this..."
As she spoke, that little hand gently stroked a few times, sending Liu Zhizhong's spirits soaring.
