C180 A Tattoo of Love

With one hand, Zong Xuan held the girl's hands above her head. He put more than half of his weight on her body. The hot and hot kiss fell on her face, nose, cheeks, and lips.

Pei Sui's back was pressed against the ice cold floor. Separated by a thin layer of fabric, she could feel the temperature of the other person, which was like a soldering iron. Her exposed skin was close to hers