C363 Old Antique Gong Ming

"Gong..." Just as Qiao Shiyu wanted to speak, Gong Ming had already pulled her down and once again blocked her lips.

This time, he did not suppress his instincts anymore. His large hand directly pulled away her pajamas and moved on her skin.

An unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar feeling made Qiao Shiyu's mind gradually become muddled.

Until the end, he pulled open the last barrier