"I'm fine, little uncle…"
Xue Yating took the initiative to hug him and nestled her head into his shoulder.
An Xianming was filled with tenderness. The light fragrance from the woman's body entered his nostrils and stimulated his nerves.
Although he tried his best to control himself, he could not resist such a seductive woman.
An Xianming felt a fire burning in his body, spreading through his limbs and bones. He was conflicted by the two forces of contradiction and temptation in his heart. Especially when he heard her gentle calls, almost all of his rationality collapsed.
He suddenly turned over and pressed her down. His warm lips covered her sweet and soft lips. At this moment, it was as if thousands of electric currents were flowing through his heart.
He was attracted to her beyond what words could express.
