C357 The Little Demoness Who Grinded People(2)

Zhang Teng caressed Jiaang Xin's cheek and gently kissed her eyes. A teardrop melted into his mouth, salty and bitter to the point that even his heart felt sad.

He kissed her wound, lips, neck, and collarbone. Zhang Teng slowly pressed Jiaang Xin down and finally deeply kissed her red lips.

Lightly moving and turning, his soft tongue interlocked and sucked each other's scent. The other's pain