I'm just toying with you (3)

he kissed her without restraint, with anger and unwillingness.

ye liangqiu raised her head. her lips were occupied by him, and she felt like her neck was about to break.

she was already very close to him, but he still held her waist and pressed her against him.

she struggled pathetically, but the more she struggled, the more pathetic she became.

the fragrance of the wine, mixed with the smell of a man and a woman's eyes, was intoxicating.

he didn't know when, but she fell softly into his arms, her fingers clasped on his shoulder, her long nails tearing a long scratch on the expensive clothes until it reached his waist, before she caught him.

"An LAN?" he gasped.

He was drunk and even angrier, but he had no intention of venting his anger in a place like the private room.

He left her lips and stared deeply into her eyes. He pursed his lips and said coldly, " "get up," he said.