Sixty-one

his head and gently kissed her lips. His kiss was soft and intoxicating, no longer rough. She had the illusion of being cherished. 。Soon, his lips left hers. 。Get up, sit on the carpet, and lean bac...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."t's not as good as Ye Fei Mo.That man was fickle and had a strange temper, and he was also deviant. But at the very least, he wasn't the kind of guy with yellow teeth, a bald head, and a beer belly as...