Ye Qianming, filled with anger, while Luo Qingtong was full of gloom!
"Phew!"
She wriggled out of Ye Qianming's embrace.
The first thing she did was to take a deep breath!
This man's kissing skills are too good, aren't they?!
She had almost passed out from being unable to breathe just a moment ago!
If that really happened, she could forget about running away, and just wait to be captured by this man!
That was terrifying!
At first, his reactions were so timid!
Luo Qingtong thought about it, grinding her teeth in frustration.
Could it be that this kind of thing could be self-taught?
Sulking, she continuously slapped her own cheeks.
The young man's face was flushed, his eyes full of the seduction of spring, a demonic charm with the beauty of a budding flower.
Ye Qianming felt his body alternating between cold and hot, unable to describe the sensation!
"Unhand me, Lord!"
