C90 Hai Xiaoming Hates Ling Yao

Ling Yao held Hai Xiaomin's slender waist and lowered his head to gently touch her soft lips. His charming and deep eyes occupied all of her vision. The ambiguous atmosphere in the room quickly heated up.

Hai Xiaomin's breathing could not help but become hurried. She forced herself to calm down. Pretending to be elegant and calm, she smiled. "Mr. Ling, men have normal physiological needs