C1137 Angler

Mu Ya turned her head to look at him. He moved closer to her, and when she turned her head, her lips brushed past his face.

Zhong Yang only felt the woman's soft lips, that was burning hot, brush his face. Before he even had the chance to taste it carefully, Mu Ya was already smiling.

"Yes, let's get married." Zhong Yang thought that she was willing and smiled brightly