After a moment of dizziness, before she could figure out what was going on, Yang Mufan was already pressing her against a sycamore tree, holding her little face in his hands, and kissing her with endless passion...
His kiss was very rough, very wicked, very rampant, and powerful with the same domineering arrogance as always.
Mu Wanqing felt her soft lips being sucked and kissed eagerly by him, which made her feel stronger and hurt each time.
She frowned in extreme discomfort and began to struggle and resist violently.
However, the harder she struggled, the heavier, bloodthirsty, and cruel his kisses became, trying to use his arrogance to firmly suppress her rebellion and rebellion.
Mu Wanqing kept shaking her head to avoid his kiss; she tried her best to twist her body to tell him her discomfort and impatience.
However, Yang Mufan, who was in anger, had no intention of stopping at all, and was still sucking crazily, heavily, and fiercely on her delicate red lips...
Not long after, the strong smell of blood filled the two people's mouths that were tightly connected together.
Mu Wanqing felt that her lips were so painful and numb from his bite that she almost lost consciousness.
Finally, she had to calm down and accept his possessive kiss.
As for Yang Mufan, when he felt that she had finally settled down, his cruel and angry kisses became gentle and lingering bit by bit.
He didn't press her against the sycamore tree anymore, but let go of the hands that were holding her face savagely, slid his hands down her thin shoulders, and then held her tightly in his arms, holding her tightly.
Her concave and convex soft body was pressed against her thick, hard and hot torso.
Let her feel more intimate, more real, and better: crazy about her...his body temperature, his heartbeat, his enthusiasm.
The unique and familiar masculine scent gradually spread out and thickened in her mouth and nose.
Mu Wanqing raised her neck high and let him kiss her.
She felt as if her neck was about to break.
Yang Mufan deepened the kiss between the two again and again. His tongue opened her teeth, got in flexibly, then hooked her tongue, sucked deeply, and kissed her into his mouth...
After the kiss, the lips parted.
The breathing of the two people was urgent and messy.
The hot breath caressed each other's faces.
Yang Mufan narrowed his long, narrow and deep black eyes and stared straight at Mu Wanqing's seductively flushed face under the dual pressure of emotion and lack of oxygen. His sharp and cold gaze gradually became...
Tenderness rises like water.
However, Mu Wanqing, who had already been slightly intoxicated by admiring Fanji's magical kissing skills, when she came back to her senses, she suddenly discovered that her slender arms had hooked around his neck at some point.
Stand on tiptoes and kiss him passionately...
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw: the golden sunlight from the west slanting down from the sky, cut into pieces by the dense sycamore leaves, constantly shaking and shining.
At that moment, Yan Mufan's face, as delicate as a sculpture, became more and more handsome and charming; his bright black eyes, like a mysterious sea, can absorb the souls of all women and make people drown in it...
After staring at her for a long time, Yang Mufan lowered his head slightly, kissed the tip of her nose lovingly, and then whispered in a soft voice with a magnetic voice: "I will take you to watch the sunset..."
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There is one more update! After a while, the world was spinning, and before she could figure out what was going on, Yang Mufan was already pressing her against a sycamore tree, holding her little face with both hands, and kissing her with endless passion...
His kiss was very rough, very wicked, very rampant, and powerful with the same domineering arrogance as always.
Mu Wanqing felt her soft lips being sucked and kissed eagerly by him, which made her feel stronger and hurt each time.
She frowned in extreme discomfort and began to struggle and resist violently.
However, the harder she struggled, the heavier, bloodthirsty, and cruel his kisses became, trying to use his arrogance to firmly suppress her rebellion and rebellion.
Mu Wanqing kept shaking her head to avoid his kiss; she tried her best to twist her body to tell him her discomfort and impatience.
However, Yang Mufan, who was in anger, had no intention of stopping at all, and was still sucking crazily, heavily, and fiercely on her delicate red lips...
Not long after, the strong smell of blood filled the two people's mouths that were tightly connected together.
Mu Wanqing felt that her lips were so painful and numb from his bite that she almost lost consciousness.
Finally, she had to calm down and accept his possessive kiss.
As for Yang Mufan, when he felt that she had finally settled down, his cruel and angry kisses became gentle and lingering bit by bit.
He didn't press her against the sycamore tree anymore, but let go of the hands that were holding her face savagely, slid his hands down her thin shoulders, and then held her tightly in his arms, holding her tightly.
Her concave and convex soft body was pressed against her thick, hard and hot torso.
Let her feel more intimate, more real, and better: crazy about her...his body temperature, his heartbeat, his enthusiasm.
The unique and familiar masculine scent gradually spread out and thickened in her mouth and nose.
Mu Wanqing raised her neck high and let him kiss her.
She felt as if her neck was about to break.
Yang Mufan deepened the kiss between the two again and again. His tongue opened her teeth, got in flexibly, then hooked her tongue, sucked deeply, and kissed her into his mouth...
After the kiss, the lips parted.
The breathing of the two people was urgent and messy.
The hot breath caressed each other's faces.
Yang Mufan narrowed his long, narrow and deep black eyes and stared straight at Mu Wanqing's seductively flushed face under the dual pressure of emotion and lack of oxygen. His sharp and cold gaze gradually became...
Tenderness rises like water.
However, Mu Wanqing, who had already been slightly intoxicated by admiring Fanji's magical kissing skills, when she came back to her senses, she suddenly discovered that her slender arms had hooked around his neck at some point.
Stand on tiptoes and kiss him passionately...
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw: the golden sunlight from the west slanting down from the sky, cut into pieces by the dense sycamore leaves, constantly shaking and shining.
At that moment, Yan Mufan's face, as delicate as a sculpture, became more and more handsome and charming; his bright black eyes, like a mysterious sea, can absorb the souls of all women and make people drown in it...
After staring at her for a long time, Yang Mufan lowered his head slightly, kissed the tip of her nose lovingly, and then whispered in a soft voice with a magnetic voice: "I will take you to watch the sunset..."
