Narong Yeche hugged Xi 'er tightly. He lowered his head and kissed the center of Xi' er's hair. Then, he couldn't control his kisses as they moved down. They landed on Xi 'er's forehead, the tip of her nose, and then her lips ...
At that moment, the suppressed emotions in Narong Yeche's body were like a flood, drowning him.
Narong Yeche's eyes were bloodshot as if he had lost all reason.
Narong Yeche couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Xi 'er on the lips.
There seemed to be a familiar memory in Yun Ruoxi's mind. She couldn't recall it, but a light seemed to flash across her mind. Then, she took the initiative to kiss Narong Yeche back.
There were memories in her mind. It seemed to be the memory of her kissing Narong yechan.
This was Yun Ruoxi's instinctive reaction when the light flashed past her.
Yun Ruoxi didn't know that her reaction had really provoked Narong Yeche.
It was as if the passion in Narong Yeche's body had been ignited.
