"Hmm..."

Chu Qiao calmed down and tried to push him away again, but he was as steady as Mount Tai, holding her up and walking to the bedroom.

"You let me down!"

"Don't let go."

He flipped her gently on the bed, quickly fading his suit jacket and deceiving herself.

"I miss you so much."

The gentle tongue penetrates into her sandalwood mouth flexibly, so skillfully, gently circles in her mouth, and sometimes entangles her tongue forcefully. The ambiguous breath opens in the air in that instant.

"Hmm... You get up..."

The feeling of familiarity reminded her of what happened that night in the hotel room with a strange man....