Xi Yaohua raised his hand to support the back of Song Mei's head and sighed softly, "What a good girl."
Then, he took off his jacket and threw it under the table. He was only wearing a white shirt, and he pressed Song Mei's head down in front of him.
Song Mei looked at the devilishly handsome face that suddenly enlarged in front of her. In the next second, the strong smell of tobacco overbearingly occupied her nose, and the man's hot lips and tongue attacked her with unquestionable strength.
His kissing technique was at its peak, and she could not help but sink into the web of love he had woven, with no place to escape.
Xi Yaohua was very good at controlling people's hearts. He had easily grasped Song Mei's sensitive spots in their session earlier.
