Han yichu kissed Huang qingwu's lips. She was so sweet and soft that he could not help but want to go deeper.
At this moment, han yichu's body was completely following her heart, and all of her actions were beyond the control of reason.
He held Huang qingwu's waist tightly with one hand to stabilize her movements, while the other hand clasped the back of her head tightly, and his lips and tongue went straight in.
This kind of fragrance seemed to be a feeling that he desired the most in the depths of his soul.
Han yichu didn't even know how to stop. There were dark whirlpools in his eyes, and it was hard to tell what he was feeling.
Huang qingwu was completely dumbfounded. From the moment han yichu kissed her lips, her whole body trembled. She felt her head buzz, and then her mind went blank.
She couldn't think at all, and she didn't know anything.
She just let him kiss her in a daze.
She couldn't help but respond.
