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Li Qing and Qi Mengru collided like a bundle of dry wood meeting a fierce flame.
Although they had been separated for only a little over a week, for Qi Mengru, it felt as if several springs and autumns had passed.
She was passion personified, her soft, burning body pressed against Li Qing's, fervently seeking his broad warmth.
Before Li Qing could make any substantial move, she had nearly stripped him bare, her delicate, tender palms slipping into Li Qing's pants, eagerly grasping the rigid, burning object.
"Quickly eat me here!"
Qi Mengru lifted her small vest that could barely cover those two soft mounds.
She displayed her most private and sacred place before Li Qing.
The dignified and noble Qi Mengru, in this moment, seemed to transform into a ravenous witch, doing all she could to present her captivating body and scorching passion before Li Qing.
"Not naughty enough, say it again."
Li Qing sucked on the pert little nub, intentionally teasing with a smirk.