My Self Control Is Really Not As Good As You Think It Is

"Man Man!" Han Zhuoli really could not stand it anymore, lowering his head, he kissed her fiercely and sucking on her lips.

Lu Man's lips were sucked until they were painful and her tongue numb, seeing that she could not even speak properly Han Zhuoli finally let go of her.

"Be less naughty, my self-control is really not as good as you think," Han Zhuoli's voice was tight and hoarse, his forehead beaded with sweat.

At this moment, he was angry as well as in love, not knowing what to do with this little fox!

Then, Han Zhouli straightened the seat, letting her sit properly.

Otherwise, he would surely suffocate here.

Lu Man controlled her laughter, not daring to make it too obvious, otherwise, this man would be provoked beyond endurance.

"Right, this Best Newcomer Award, I heard that there's a 60,000 yuan prize money," Lu Man remembered, "When the money is transferred, I'll return you the 50,000 yuan that I owe you."