Nan jiateng looked at Cha Qing Luo, and his breathing became slightly lighter, afraid of disturbing her.
This girl was lowering her head to kiss him and did not notice that he had woken up.
When this girl took the initiative to kiss him, she was very young and inexperienced, but she was like a ball of fire that instantly ignited his body and ignited his passion. It made him feel like dry wood meeting a raging fire.
Nan jiateng's body was tense, and the blood in his body was boiling.
He had been trained since he was young and nothing had made him lose control. But at this moment, he realized that he was a little out of control.
Her movements were clearly so inexperienced and there was no technique involved, but he was impulsive.
A warm current rushed to his brain, making him want to do something.
Nan Jateng's body instantly heated up.
Cha Qing Luo lowered her head and kissed Nan jiateng's lips, not noticing his strange expression at all.
