C68 Whose Woman Are You

No!

Her body seemed to be slowly sinking under his superb technique, but her mind still existed. The hand that was originally at his waist was pushed back forcefully, and Xie Zian only felt his shirt being pulled taut by her. With such a little strength, he naturally didn't put it in his eyes, and pressed his hand against her wrist instead, pressing his forehead against hers, breathing heavily