Jealousy Turning to a Murderous Desire in Jiang Yexun
Without waiting for anything, the delicate figure in his arms reached up and hooked her arms around his neck. Like a slippery little snake, she propped herself up and pressed her lips against his.
Although she could have just kissed him tenderly, she insisted on tracing the shape of Jiang Yexun's lips with her own.
His lips usually appeared thin and cold, a symbol of his aloof nature. However, when they kissed, they were surprisingly soft and had an incredibly pleasant texture.
"Be good, stop fooling around," Jiang Yexun's voice was hoarse and impatient as he tightened his grip on the slender waist of the mischievous little devil in his arms, urging her on.
But Su Xiaoxiao, whose playful mood was still strong, didn't comply with his wishes. She continued to gently caress, letting their breaths entwine.