Fu Zixun bent over and kissed her pink lip, which he had never been able to get. Now, can he ask for it without reservation?

Qin Yahuang's hands and feet were tied up, unable to move, his big palm clasped her back head, so that she could not escape, but to meet his lips.

He was ruthless and cruel, attacking her and plundering her sweetness.

Qin Yahuang bit him hard and bit his lip. A bloody smell spread through their mouths. He still did not let go of her until she could not breathe.

"Hang Ying, are you going to leave evidence of our intimacy to Leng Muchen?" Fu Zi...