The Story of Ling and Heng (668)

Only a fool would let go of a cute girl who had taken the initiative to deliver herself to him.

Even though Li Nanheng's mind was a little dazed, he subconsciously placed his legs properly to prevent her from falling down.

Sensing that the man's immediate reaction was to allow her to sit more firmly, Feng Ling looked at the man's face and was silent for a moment. She was too embarrassed to say the words she was about to say.

However, just as Li Nanheng was about to ask her what she was doing, Feng Ling had already raised his hand to hold hers. She sat on his lap, lowered her head, and gently kissed his warm and dry palm.

This kiss went from his palm to the base of his finger. Li Nanheng felt that she seemed to pause for a moment. She hesitated for a second, but she still bit his finger gently.