For a man who just discovered the deliciousness of meat, tasted once then hungered for three months, what kind of longing is that?
At this moment, Xiao Heng wished he could turn into a vicious wolf and devour Meng Jingyi leaving not even bones.
So how could a kiss, a pair of sweet soft lips, satisfy his craving?
Meng Jingyi felt like she was suffocating, Xiao Heng's kiss was too deep and overpowering; barely did he mercifully let her go, her body suddenly felt light, and she was lifted from the sofa by Xiao Heng, quickly carried towards the bedroom.
At this moment, Meng Jingyi was completely weak, her mind felt like a sludgy paste, instinctively she clung to Xiao Heng's neck, to prevent herself from falling.
But in Xiao Heng's eyes, this silent gesture was an acquiescence, a welcome, igniting his burning desire even more fiercely.
