C42 A Passion like Fire Is No Match for Cold Water

Lin Wanru's arm slowly climbed onto Fu Sichen's neck while her lips were pressed against his earlobe. The warm breath sprayed next to Fu Sichen's ear, stimulating him time and time again.

"Brother Chen, can you stay with me tonight?" "I don't want to be alone …"

Lin Wanru's voice was full of temptation, and the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Her hands were also dishonest