Moreover, she really needed a helper, and since it was arranged openly and legally by Jiang Yang, she had no reason to refuse.
But now it's different, Xing Yu has completed the task.
"My wife?" Huo Beijiang carried Nan Fei back to his place, placed her on the double sofa, and sat down beside her, his thin lips mischievously sealing hers while she was distracted.
It started with a very soft kiss, but the more he tried to let go, the more reluctant he became. So the gentle kiss turned into a deep one, as the man increasingly fervently sucked and demanded. Nan Fei gasped for breath, her body weakly collapsing in Huo Beijiang's embrace.
Someone's strong arms tightly embraced the slender and soft body, his big hands roaming restlessly. Nan Fei's eyes, deep like they could steal one's soul, couldn't see.
"Wife, I want you," Huo Beijiang's voice was low and hoarse, like intoxicating wine, seductively irresistible.
