Ji Shiting couldn't help trembling at the gentle touch.
His breathing became irregular, and he felt that the woman's lips were softer than flower petals. He almost wanted to sink his tongue into her mouth and plunder more sweetness.
Ye Shengge couldn't help tearing up again.
The feeling of the kiss was real. She wasn't dreaming. That man was Ji Shiting. He was really back.
Although his behavior was a bit strange, it didn't matter. He was back, and she had finally waited for him.
That was enough.
At this moment, she heard a male voice.
"Brother Shiting!" The young boy was furious. "What happened? Where did that woman come from?"
Ji Shiting was wondering whether he should deepen the kiss, but the woman immediately let him go.
The sudden disappearance of the softness made him unhappy, and he was even more dissatisfied with Yuan Junkun.
