Don't Worry

Feng Qing's fingers were drenched by the man's hot breath. Then, she gently caressed the man's noble thin lips with her fingers. The next second, the man opened his thin lips and sucked her fingers.

The corners of Feng Qing's mouth curled up and she couldn't help but laugh. When she laughed, the nerves on her body were affected and all sorts of wounds hurt. However, this pain was ignored in her eyes. The pain had already been wiped away by Xie Jiuhan's kiss.

Feng Qing said with a smile, "You look like March when he is licking me."

March would also lick her fingers like him, but March's tongue was barbed. If he licked Feng Qing's fingers a few more times, it would make her tender skin tingle.

The man's eyes were slightly gloomy. In his heart, he was already considering when to cut off March's dog tongue. How dare he lick his woman?

As Xie Jiuhan sucked her fingers, he asked, "Why didn't you drug me when I lost control?"