Moan's brain had already crashed. How could he understand the deeper meaning of his words?
"Yes..."
She could only come to the conclusion based on her senses. The wine just now seemed to be quite delicious.
His eyes were locked on her tightly. Under her drunken seduction and her innocent and pure eyes, his pupils constricted.
"I still want…"
Mo An did not get a response from him after answering. Her soft and childish voice sounded seductively.
She even reached out to grab him, pleading.
With her like this, Feng Yi, who had endured it until the veins on his forehead popped out, no longer wanted to endure it. He tilted his head and kissed her again.
This time, his kiss was different from the previous one. It was gentle with an unstoppable dominance, as if thousands of troops were crossing the border, wanting to destroy all obstacles.
"Oh…"
Moan wanted to drink in a daze, but the wine seemed to be different from what she had expected.