A woman who can pick a fire
Her teasing and playfulness made mo Yanchen feel like he was on fire, but he could not find an outlet to vent his anger.
"Cheng, don 't." He lowered his head and kissed her passionately, but Shen chengjing took the initiative and held him in her hands.
At this moment, mo Yancheng felt like crying.
Women were passionate creatures, and one should never try to anger her! Otherwise, she would give you a heavy blow somewhere else, burning your body and causing you endless pain.
"Shush, don't speak." She said, her fingers touching his thin lips.
The woman's fingers landed on his body, but she suddenly lifted her feet and blew into his ear.""Uncle, you're really ... Too handsome."
The woman's hot breath sprayed on his neck.
Mo Yanchen kept swallowing his saliva and reached out to hold her down. Unfortunately, Shen chengjing seemed to have known it and took a step back.
Before he could react, she ran away.