In the face of such a strong Nan jiateng, Cha Qing Luo really couldn't hold on.
Cha Qing Luo felt as if Nan jiateng had ignited the flames in her body, and she couldn't help but make a soft sound.
Even though Cha Qing Luo was a little weak, she still hugged Nan jiateng tightly.
Nan jiateng looked at Cha Qing Luo's dazed look, and the darkness in his eyes grew stronger.
She was the only one who could make him lose control.
Usually, this girl was carefree and flirtatious, but at this time, she was extremely charming, especially when she looked at him with her beautiful eyes.
He almost couldn't control himself.
Nan jiateng was also holding back, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
However, he was still lighting a fire with Cha Qing Luo.
Nan jiateng's fingers seemed to have magic, as if they were playing the zither. Cha Qing Luo was like a string, dancing along with his fingers.
