As she barely moved her body, two arms were already tightly wrapped around her waist, the sensually hot body pressed against her, and then pinned her beneath his firm chest.
He lifted his hand to brush away a wisp of hair on her cheek, Li Chengyun leaned into her ear, whispering tenderly: "Isn't that even better, fitting for your current taste for stimulation!"
The raspy, mellow voice accelerated Jingrong's heartbeat, she slapped his chest: "I'm a patient!"
His kisses fell thickly on her neck and shoulders, Li Chengyun said with deep meaning: "Now you remember you're a patient!"
Jingrong felt ticklish from the kisses all over and quickly begged for mercy: "Stop, stop it, no more Spicy and Sour Rice Noodles, I want to drink millet porridge..."
Hearing this, Li Chengyun finally spared her.
