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"Lu Lang."
Ling Zixiao's beautiful eyes shimmered with light.
She pursed her luminous, glistening red lips, stood on tiptoe of her own accord, wrapped her arms around Lu Changsheng's neck, and offered her warm, soft lips.
Lu Changsheng felt a tender fragrance overwhelm his mouth.
"Ts-ts-ts—"
Ling Zixiao was highly perceptive.
With the experience of the previous two times, she was now able to actively grasp the rhythm.
However, when her bosom was held, her delicate nose couldn't help but whimper, and her breathing became a bit hurried, causing her full and shapely thighs beneath her skirt to weaken slightly.
But she tried to calm her emotions, gradually getting used to the sensation.
As time passed, however, Ling Zixiao still fell into defeat.
Her clothes were disheveled, her eyes brimmed with bashful allure, her delicate body like putty, nearly hanging on Lu Changsheng, her breaths deep with the scent of faint orchids.