She kept moving as she spoke, waves of stimulation surging, and Luo Xiao, drugged, couldn't suppress a low growl, "Hmm..."
Han Qingqing sneered, "It seems you really like this gift."
Luo Xiao gritted his teeth. Han Qingqing reached out to hold his handsome face, "Don't you love Xiao Ran? Come on, let's kiss."
"Get lost!"
Luo Xiao's eyes turned red, and as the two entwined, Han Qingqing knew he felt disgusted and ashamed, pushing him further, she lowered her head and kissed Luo Xiao on the lips.
Luo Xiao had no strength to struggle, and Han Qingqing's tongue followed, forcing its way in, as she mumbled, "Do you know how many men kissed me when I was gang-raped?"
Luo Xiao's shoulders trembled violently, Han Qingqing's hands roamed over his slender, nearly muscle-free upper body, "Does it feel good?"
Luo Xiao was paralyzed, yet his mind was tightly wound, this feeling of icy fire was excruciating, and he truly wished to crash into oblivion.
