This sudden attack made Jiang Qingfeng's eyes widen.
Meanwhile, Lu Qian started reciting an utterly ridiculous limerick.
On Bichao Mountain at night sending off guests, Lu Lang only thinks of shivers,
With ape-like arms gently wrapping around a slender waist, savoring the rosy lips moist and charming.
After a taste, still unsatisfied, nibbling the earlobe to savor delicately,
The tender body tightly pressed, hard to part, the alluring warmth dyes the heart.
Senior sister's face already flushed red, waving her pink fist to pound Lu Lang,
Seizing this good moment to change direction, opening the lips' barrier, fragrant saliva arises.
Lu Qian's breath heavy and deep, his hands hugging tightly, advancing swiftly,
Gently wrapping, slowly twisting, smearing, and teasing, flying and snatching the cherries away.
