Rong Jin did not care if it was morning or not. He only knew that he did not want to hold it in now. If his feelings were too deep, he would go crazy when he could not control himself.
Perhaps only in the most primitive way could he vent these feelings.
Shui Qianqian looked at Rong Jin's tensed face and realized that he was still so good-looking. He was like a painting and otherworldly. For a moment, she was mesmerized.
When Shui Qianqian turned around, the two of them were already in bed.
Rong Jin's actions were very violent. He used both his hands and kissed even more crazily, from his eyebrows to his lips and ears ...
Rong Jin wanted to taste almost every part of his body.
"Rong...Rongjin ... In the morning ... You can't ..."
"Yingluo, you said that you're mine and I'm Yours. I don't want to hold it in. I'll go crazy if I keep holding it in."
