บท 1337: The Story of Ling and Heng (600)

However, as soon as Feng Ling finished speaking, the man suddenly held her waist and pressed her into his arms. Feng Ling said in a low voice, "What are you doing…" Before she could finish her words, the man's hot kiss pressed down.

Li Nanheng held her waist with one hand and held her chin with the other, forcing her to look up and accept his passionate kiss.

Feng Ling's lips were slightly agape because she had yet to finish her words. He easily pried open her teeth, intertwined his tongue with hers, and kissed her hard, as though he wanted to swallow her whole.

Feng Ling hurriedly made an "uu" sound. She instinctively rushed to turn off the heater, or her shirt would definitely be ruined.

Under her resistance, the man seemed to instantly understand her main intention. He still held her tightly with one hand and reached out with the other. He pressed the switch under the ironware, cut off the power, and held her tightly.