Murong Yu felt that Zhang Xiaomeng did the right thing and couldn't help kissing him on the face, "It seems that my Xiaomeng still cares about me."
"Otherwise, why would he think so much for me?"
She was very satisfied inside.
On the other hand, Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes landed directly on Murong Yu's full figure. When Murong Yu smiled, this treasure trembled continuously, as if it were the most beautiful embellishment in the world.
Zhang Xiaomeng whispered, "Yu'er, you have no idea how tempting you really are."
Tempting?
Where was she tempting?
Before Murong Yu could react, Zhang Xiaomeng's large hand enveloped that huge teardrop.
He kneaded it willfully.
Soft and full, brimming with warmth and a suggestive atmosphere.
The fire in Zhang Xiaomeng's heart rose again.
He gently kissed Murong Yu's lips, and in just a moment, Murong Yu felt an unimaginable bliss.
Every second lingered at the bottom of her heart.
The flame in Murong Yu's heart was also ignited.