"I'm not questioning you, I'm telling you the truth." Ouyang Ruisi held her fist between them and tried to pull a little distance, because someone's eyes were too dangerous to make her feel cold and shivering.

"The truth is, I, want, kiss, you..." Mu Jiyun spoke word by word, his voice was still falling, his thin lips had been printed on it, and he could not wait to plunder her lips. His slender hands moved gently across her pajamas on her back, feeling that he wanted to melt her into the marrow.

"Hmm..." Forced to respond to his enthusiasm, she wanted to say was also engulfed by his kiss, hands...