Song Song swore she had never seen anyone talk about matters of love so seriously and with such high quality.
It seemed like coming out of his mouth, it transformed into a pure art form, rather than just human desire.
"Xiao Jinghuai, stop—"
Damn, what the hell is his hand doing!
Instantly, she felt her body go weak, and the man had already pinned her down on the sofa, his firm body pressing onto hers.
Song Song's struggle intensified, her face quickly turned red, and her legs kept kicking. She shouted, "If you dare act recklessly, Xiao Jinghuai, I'll, I'll..."
Before she could finish speaking, she felt a chill on her body. Lowering her eyes, she saw her clothes in the front had somehow been peeled off by him, revealing her white camisole.
The man's eyes were fixed on the camisole, and he said, "For your size, you actually don't need to wear this."
"Boom!" Song Song's mind suddenly exploded!
