บท 1050: Wind as Delicacies, Rain as Wine; Thunder as Betrothal Gift, and Lightning as the Matchmaker!

From that point, Miao Xiaomiao once again forgot about everything. She simply closed her eyes and allowed her lover to plant his kisses all over her… When that pair of despicable hands found its way under her clothes, Miao Xiaomiao could not help but gasp aloud. In the instant she opened her mouth, a hot and slippery thing quickly slipped in and merged with her tongue…

It was like a naughty little fish… roaming freely in her mouth…

Her little tongue seemed to be caught up by that thing, and a strange feeling that she'd never felt before invaded her entire body… Miao Xiaomiao only felt her mind shake heavily, and she was completely lost in that wondrous sensation. Her spirit flew up and down, as if she were in a dreamy state…