Chương 1214: The School Called

Han Zhuoli gently inhaled it. The more he smelled that fragrance, the more he liked it. It was like her body's own scent. In that light fragrance, there was a slight sweetness. It wasn't a smell that any makeup product or perfume would have.

This fragrance made it very easy for Han Zhuoli to drown in it. The arms wrapped around her tightened as he couldn't help but leave bright red marks along the side of her neck.

Lu Man whimpered softly as her hands trembled on his chest. Unknowingly, the tips of her fingers dug in, pressing against his hard chest.

Right now, she was like an obedient little rabbit, extremely honest, obedient, and submissive.

Her cheeks were a seductive color of red. As he looked at it, his heart wavered and he felt tempted. He wanted to press her into his embrace and bully her until she cried and begged for him to let go.

Han Zhuoli's lips pressed against her lips.