Looking at her "masterpiece," Yun Qingqing expressed great satisfaction. Even a provoked rabbit might bite!
Sheng Ting gently touched the spot on his neck where Yun Qingqing had kissed with vigor, his deep eyes as profound as the sea. He nodded slightly, and his low and captivating voice sounded, "Satisfied."
Being this wild was what made it exciting. His Qiao was indeed wild enough.
Yun Qingqing examined her work and was quite satisfied. The rabbit might bite when provoked, after all.
While she was lost in her thoughts, Sheng Ting suddenly had her lie down on the bed and pinned her beneath him.
With a look of horror on her face, Yun Qingqing covered her neck. "What are you going to do?"
Impulse was the devil, and Yun Qingqing was starting to regret it.
The man's gaze was cold, and his tone was indifferent. "Let you be satisfied too."
Yun Qingqing quickly shook her head. "No need, I'm already satisfied as it is now."
The man looked at her fair and delicate neck. "Hmm?"