Lu Huaiyu sucked the fragrant milk between her lips and tongue cleanly before he released her in satisfaction.
Ning Li's face was red, and her peach blossom eyes were moist.
She wanted to defend herself, but she could not bring herself to say a word. Her chest rose and fell, as she found herself a little short of breath.
She could not do anything to him.
Lu Huaiyu liked the way she looked at him, but he did not dare to look at her for too long. He smiled and caressed the corner of her lips with his finger to comfort her.
"It's fine. Isn't everything fine here?"
He knew that she was about to go out, so he kept his thoughts to himself and restrained himself.
Looking at her lips, they seemed a little rosier than usual, but nothing else could be seen.
Hearing what he said, Ning Li felt that this man was even more unreliable. She turned around, picked up her bag, and went out of the door.
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