In the exquisite and luxurious bedroom.
Sun Zhe held Fang Ruoxue tightly in his arms, disregarding her struggles, and slowly leaned towards her alluring red lips.
Fang Ruoxue softly moaned, her beautiful eyes full of resentment. As Sun Zhe's lips got closer and closer, she surprisingly did not dodge but instead slightly stuck out her pink tongue, closing her eyes to meet him.
Though she hated Sun Zhe deeply, this long-missed masculine aura made her lose control, even losing herself, as if it was the strongest aphrodisiac in the world.
"Mmm..."
At the moment the lips touched, an invisible blaze ignited instantly.
Fang Ruoxue threw everything behind her, reached out to cradle Sun Zhe's neck, stood on tiptoe, and passionately offered her fragrant sweet nectar, greedy and fervent, fervent and impulsive, as if she wished to bite off Sun Zhe's lips and swallow them.
