After speaking, Liu Zhizhong stretched out his hand once more and truly embraced that delicately charming little goddess in his arms, his heart filled with tenderness.
But who would have known that Ma Qingqing would struggle and hastily said, "Brother Zhizhong, let me go, please don't hold me, can you not touch me?"
Her lithe and sensual body struggled in his embrace, and that feeling almost arrived instantly—it was too wonderful.
But Liu Zhizhong did not force his embrace and could only let go.
Ma Qingqing jumped far away and returned to the swing, holding one of the ropes, distancing herself in her action.
Liu Zhizhong stepped forward, smiling, "Qingqing, what's wrong so early in the morning?"
"Brother Zhizhong, don't come over!"
Ma Qingqing stamped her foot, her gestures as graceful as a young girl, adorable to the extreme, making it really hard to approach her again.
