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No longer just a gentle touch...

It's not like He Tingyu's violent storm, but it's also strong.

Mu Siyin closed her eyes and felt Xiao Yan's lips brushing against hers, tempting her to open her teeth.

His mind was buzzing, as if there were countless bugs flying inside, and he seemed to feel that Mu Siyin was still a little repelled by the exchange of saliva. Xiao Yan did not force it, and just kissed Mu Siyin's with her thin lips.

Lips, then slowly move down...

Mu Siyin clearly felt his big hands pulling away the scarf around her neck, and felt his lips moving down the side of her face, between her neck.

A slight pain came from the face. He had completely lost his memory last night, but at this time, he felt every move of Xiao Yan so clearly.

I felt his teeth biting my neck, felt the subtle pain coming in waves, and felt him lingering on my neck.

She felt a big hand stop on her collar, and her warm lips slowly slid down.

Mu Siyin suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness...

My hands were tightly grasping the quilt, getting tighter and tighter.

She couldn't get involved in this passion, and the words she said to He Tingyu kept flashing through her mind, non-stop, non-stop.

Anyone can...

Anyone can...

Why not...

Why can't Xiao Yan...

Why couldn't she devote herself to it? Why was this man who gave her so much warmth lying on her body, and she could only listen to his passionate and thick breathing...

But she listened to his breathing and eagerness so calmly...
Chapter completed!