Xiao Jinghuai poured all the longing of this past month into the kiss, inadvertently pinning the little thing into the sofa to continue the deep kiss.
Today, the taste in her little mouth was a bit strange, not like the sweet scent of milk mixed with candies from before, but with a hint of sour tomatoes?
Song Song fell into the sofa, her back was indeed soft, but her entire waist was hanging in the air. The man continued his attack on her, and she couldn't break free. If this kiss continued any longer, her old waist might break.
She mumbled for a while, but the man had no intention of letting her go, and instead, became even more unrestrained.
"Ah! Sorry, sorry! Young Master, Young Madam, please continue, continue—"
It was Sister-in-law Zhou's voice.
Song Song was so scared her soul was about to fly off, yet the man who was relentlessly pressing her remained completely unmoved, only slowly getting up satisfyingly after savoring the last drop of sweetness...
