After speaking, Liu Zhizhong stretched out his hand and truly pulled the gently-beautiful goddess into his embrace, his heart filled with tenderness.
But who would have known that Ma Qingqing would struggle, saying urgently, "Brother Zhizhong, let me go. Please don't hold me, don't touch me, okay?"
This spiritual and sexy body struggled in his arms, and the feeling came almost instantly—it was too wonderful.
But Liu Zhizhong did not hold her tight; he could only let go.
Ma Qingqing jumped far back, returning to the swing, holding a rope of the swing, with a demeanor of dodging.
Liu Zhizhong took a step forward, smiling, "Qingqing, what's wrong so early in the morning?"
"Brother Zhizhong, do not come over!"
Ma Qingqing stomped her foot, movements demure and charming as a young girl, so adorable that it was hard to bear going further.
Liu Zhizhong had no choice but to stop, spread his hands and shook his head, "Qingqing, what's really going on?"