C483 We Can't Go Any Further Wrong

Overbearing and sharp eyes surrounded Ling Yun'er as she was forced to raise her head. His kiss was warm, thick, and dense. His forehead was covered with a fine, straight nose, cheeks, and even his jelly-like lips. He rubbed and drew …

Then the man's warm lips, down her curve, his delicate collarbone imprinted with his marks, his head buried between two high, soft peaks