C153 Poor Kissing Skill

It wasn't that Mu Shaofeng didn't feel the struggle of a woman, it was just that once this girl was contaminated, she couldn't help but let go, becoming addicted like a chestnut.

Yi Zixi was breathing heavily, her chest heaving up and down. Today, she was wearing a small black dress, her long hair tied carelessly behind her back. Black was a man's favorite color