This man is a scoundrel

"Ouyang, you're too beautiful." He said in a low voice, his lips landing on her face, leaving a mark of love.

Qiming smacked his lips as he smelled the womanly scent on her body. He was enjoying the feeling that almost occupied all the cells in his body.

His large palm fell, and he raised his head to ask,""Honey, you're the most beautiful at this moment!"

Superintendent Ouyang covered her forehead with her hand and didn't say a word. She turned her head to look out the window.

"Ouyang, how is it? tell me!" He leaned his face over and pressed his lips against hers. He sucked on her lips gently as he asked, his large palm not stopping.

Despite knowing that he was doing it on purpose, Superintendent Ouyang still couldn't help but shiver. She couldn't resist the magic power from his fingertips.

"Cut the crap and hurry up." She said in a low voice.