Qin Mengying still stubbornly refused to let go.
Ou Mingxuan was helpless and just about to forcibly pick her up, when she unexpectedly tackled him to the ground.
Before he could be shocked, his lips and tongue were suddenly covered by her softness.
The softness of her chest pressed against his hard chest, lips carrying a scent of alcohol and bitter tobacco paused for a moment before provocatively prying open his teeth, ******** gently brushing over every corner of his mouth, sucking his tongue...
Ou Mingxuan had not anticipated such a turn of events and lay there, stunned and motionless, allowing the woman on top of him to have her way.
It took Ou Mingxuan quite a while to suddenly snap out of it, abruptly sitting up, pushing her body away with both arms, "Mengying, what are you doing?"
Qin Mengying's eyes were misty, staring straight at him as if she couldn't understand his words, insistently leaning over again to kiss him forcefully.
