The familiar taste stirred up too many longing memories for An Ning, especially when she closed her eyes, it really felt like the uncle was kissing her.
An Ning's defenses in her heart were gradually lowering and retreating.
Then a voice in her mind said, 'Forget it, stop resisting, stop holding on, it's not heartfelt, just a physical contest!'
Gradually, she wrapped her arms around his neck, wholeheartedly enjoying the kiss.
"You really like me touching you like this, don't you!"
"No, you're forcing me." An Ning said stubbornly.
Mo Ang frowned, clearly not liking her statement. "If that's the case, then forget it!"
He could feel her body's trembling and her desire for him.
This woman certainly couldn't leave him at this moment.
"Not bad, I like your honesty, a woman is most charming when she admits she needs it."
"Could there be surveillance here?"
Mo Ang glanced around. "Maybe!"
"Then no!" An Ning kicked him away forcefully.
