By the time Su Xingyue realized what posture she was in, kneeling and sitting on Nan Yuling's legs, her face turned even more fiercely hot...
At this moment, the man's eyes, because of her actions, fogged up with a layer of moisture...
Just as she awkwardly thought to get up, a large hand suddenly reached behind her head.
With a firm push...
She tilted her head down with that force, while he lifted his chin and kissed her lips precisely.
Su Xingyue was startled, and her heartbeat skipped a beat.
The mature man's masculine aura instantly enveloped her as if it sought to swallow her whole.
And Nan Yuling, dominating as ever, pressed on the back of her head, kissing her forcefully.
Her hands propped against his chest, trying to struggle, but she found there was no strength in her arms.
The edge of the bathtub was slippery; she had no point of support.
She could only let him kiss her...