บท 1889: The evil mo Yanchen

She stepped on his foot and lifted her body up. She reached out to hold his handsome face, found his lips, branded them, and kissed him intimately.

A woman's initiative was the source of passion. The man's hormones were stirred up, and it was as if every nerve in his body was aroused by the passion. The two of them hugged each other in the water, and Mo Yancheng lowered his head and reached out to stroke her hair.

"Cheng, you charming Little Vixen! What do you want me to do with you?" He said in a deep voice beside her ear. His fingers brushed past her ear, went around her shoulder, and landed on her chest.

He suddenly pulled her arm hard and turned her body around so that her back was against his chest. His man's hand fell on her chest and he lowered his head to bite her neck.