"Bang!"
"Ah! Mm!"
What Qiu Muran hadn't expected was for Ye Chenfeng to rush over without her permission.
"Ah? Are you okay?" Seeing Ye Chenfeng's pained expression up close, Qiu Muran, her breath fragrant, asked with concern.
The beauty's face was heartbreakingly gorgeous before his eyes.
"I have something to tell you!" Desire flickered through Ye Chenfeng's eyes.
"Ah?"
Hearing this, the feelings that had just arisen in Qiu Muran seemed to be doused with water.
"Boom!"
A loud noise sounded, almost tipping over the sofa!
"So fragrant!"
Although lust was a formidable adversary, Ye Chenfeng managed to maintain his clarity of mind.
Qiu Muran didn't resist, and her face flushed even more.
It was clumsy and unpracticed, even green.
In a short while, Qiu Muran and Ye Chenfeng had an honest encounter.
Ye Chenfeng also temporarily ceased his comprehensive warm-up to the great contest. He used various moves to the extreme, each strike aiming at the enemy's weak points!
