"Yang Cheng! I hate you!"
As soon as Kong Lingwen regained the freedom of her hands, she angrily pounded Yang Cheng's chest.
"You can hit me all you want, just don't cry."
Yang Cheng coaxed gently, realizing he probably shouldn't have done that earlier.
Kong Lingwen's mindset hadn't completely changed yet. No matter how anxious he was, he couldn't truly force her.
Seeing her cry so heartbreakingly, Yang Cheng lowered his head to suck the tears off her face, gently kissed her cheeks, and gradually moved to her soft, red lips.
Kong Lingwen wasn't very resistant to kissing; in fact, she quite liked this kind of intimate contact.
After the two had been kissing for a while, their bodies gradually heated up, and their two naked bodies intertwined, gently rubbing against each other.
Yang Cheng's dragon had swollen to a purple-red due to a long lack of release, veins bulging out, looking extremely fierce.
