Provocation?
Zhao Tienan wasted no time, charging forward like a lion attacking a rabbit.
He first pinned Zhu Hong onto the haystack and then kissed her with wild abandon.
"Mmm! Haha, Doctor Zhao, you're so manly, keep it up!"
Surrounded by this sudden fierce aura, Zhu Hong finally felt the longed-for sensation.
She even dared to let out a reckless laugh.
To Zhao Tienan, this was nothing short of a stimulant.
Saucy woman!
Laugh?
Soon, I'll have you crying without rhythm.
Rip...
With an unusual sound, Zhao Tienan tore off the buttons from the woman's dress.
While frenziedly kissing her slender neck, he stripped off the excess fabric from Zhu Hong's body.
"Mm, you're getting into it now."
Zhu Hong was not angry about her clothes being damaged; instead, she enjoyed the sensation of being ravaged.
Her breaths grew rapid, and her fair, delicate skin began to warm and redden.
Her jade-like hands fumbled around Zhao Tienan's chest, finally undoing the buttons on his clothes.
