The breath became more and more disorderly. It was his hegemonic devotion and disturbed her original turbulent heart.

"Mo Zhengyan!" It was not easy to get the gap, and Song drank angrily in July.

When she looked up, she met his eyes, a deep and inappropriate gaze. She suddenly stared, and the voice trembled. "Play..."

only uttered monosyllabic words, but was kissed by him, again held her face, completely suppressed!

The billows of his kiss were as violent as destroying her and swallowing her raw. She felt only pain, her mouth was attacked by him, and his breath was like a wave around her. She couldn't push, hide and fight...