C181 The Kiss Mark on Her Neck Is Embarrassing

Her warm lips pressed against Nianxi's cool lips. She wanted to stop him, but he swallowed her.

Zhuo Weitine's warm big hand moved down Nianxi's neck and kissed her gently like honey. It was as if he wanted to melt her. Nianxi's consciousness was a little fuzzy. She tightly hugged his head and pressed him against her chest. That kind of slight stinging feeling was what she liked