C62 Hongmen Dining

However, a moment later, Ye Haorann woke up. He wanted to struggle free from Zhang Cuihong's grasp, but she held his waist tightly.

"Tss tss …"

Ye Haorann suddenly felt a warm sensation on his neck. He turned around and saw that Zhang Cuihong had left a red lip print on his neck.

"You … "What are you trying to do?" He wanted to leave the room