C715 My Beloved Rabbit

Han Jingsheng's strength was too savage, she couldn't push him away, and could only compromise.

She felt the stubble of his beard near his chin, graze her face roughly, and she felt a wild masculinity.

No matter how clean-shaven a man was, he would still stab.

His lips were like freshly baked maple syrup. They were soft, very hot, but also very sweet.

After a long time