Yao Qingyun had completely lost her mind. Her body felt so hot, so empty. Ning Fan's body was so cool, as if it could fill all the emptiness in her heart.
In her confusion, she saw Ning Fan's face clearly.
There was no usual disgust in her eyes, only reliance.
It's him, it's him...
It was as if she was reassured, her slender hands repeatedly pulling open her clothes, revealing large expanses of delicate white skin.
Under the influence of the poison of desire, her fair skin gradually took on a rosy hue.
Her long legs kept stretching and rubbing against each other.
At some point, her lotus-like arms had wound around Ning Fan's neck, and her soft lips were pressed against Ning Fan's ear, constantly exhaling fragrant breath.
Ning Fan felt like he was about to lose control of the flames of desire!
He felt like he was about to become a beast and bring Yao Qingyun, who was playing with fire, to justice right there and then!
