She was going to make him come this far, damn woman, and she was going to have to do this to her.
He put the receiver on the phone and lay back on the bed. After all this trouble, his flag had been lowered and he was waiting for her to burn him again.
Qi Luoge had no other choice but to crawl onto the bed in humiliation and kneel on the bed. She bent down and her trembling lips gently touched his chest.
Qiao Yushi, you will regret it! She repeatedly told herself in her heart that only hatred could give her courage.
Her lips were soft and soft, like a feather scratching his itch.
As soon as she touched it, his clone reacted again, singing a song as it expanded bit by bit.
She tried to recall how he treated her, as if that was how he kissed her all the way down.
In the joy of his bone-corroding pleasure, he suddenly felt a chill in his lower abdomen. It was as if a drop of water had fallen on it.