Oh!
Xia Bei was extremely pleased.
Zhou Jing's red lips were soft, tender, and fragrant, and even below, though she was still wearing a skirt and stockings, he could still feel her soft and tender essence, utterly enchanting.
She was Cheng Hao's woman!
Cheng Hao had bragged boastfully, saying Zhou Jing loved him very much, but now, here she was, beneath him on the bed, allowing him to enjoy her youthful, beautiful body to the fullest.
Xia Bei was extremely excited, filled with a sense of revenge, his hands reached down to grasp her delicate softness.
"Xia Bei, do you like me?"
Almost out of breath from the kiss, Zhou Jing finally pushed him away, clinging to his neck, and asked, panting.
"Why are you asking this?"
Xia Bei did not answer.
"Just say it! Say you like me, love me. I don't mean anything else; I'm just a little jealous of Xu Yirong. If you say it, it will make me happier." Zhou Jing acted coquettishly, gently snuggling against him.
