*Knock knock*
Song Qincheng hurriedly put on a skin-tight purple nightgown and rushed to the door.
"Xiaobei! How did you get here so quickly?" Song Qincheng's face was flushed with excitement; her heart settled at the sight him.
Just as she had finished talking, Chen Xiaobei's lips were already on her supple lips. He wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist and kicked the door shut with one leg.
He brought her to the room and went straight for the bed. Song Qincheng wiggled in his arms, refusing to lie on the bed. As she struggled her ample breasts shuddered. When Chen Xiaobei saw this, his mouth felt dry with a feral thirst that he clawed at her nightgown brazenly, working his way down as he covered her soft white neck with kisses.
Song Qincheng was instantly stirred. She had always liked this about him, his dominance was very masculine!
"Don't rush!"
