The mountains in front of his chest also rose and fell regularly with his breathing. The third button of the shirt was usually the most fascinating place.
Xia Ning felt the burning desire in Shao Qinghen eyes and tried to struggle. He didn't expect that his strength would not be able to withstand Shao Qinghen. "Qing Hen, let me... "Oh." Before Xia Ning could finish his sentence, two pieces of softness blocked his words.
The passionate French tongue kiss made Xia Ning a little breathless. He couldn't help but struggle." Um..." Xia Ning protested softly.
However, her actions had instead aroused Shao Qinghen suppressed beast desire.
###Chapter160
In the huge living room, the warm orange light illuminated the dim living room. There were two people on the red leather sofa. The man's wheat-
