Su Yan looked at him.
Suddenly, a melodious piece of music started playing.
Sang Ming leaped into the air.
He directly embraced Su Yan and rolled onto the ground.
Pressing her beneath him.
The bright red garments were completely open.
His hair scattered.
That exquisitely handsome face sketched a smile.
"Do I look good?"
His words were filled with ambiguity.
Su Yan nodded.
"Good looking."
Sang Ming's eyes burned intensely, his gaze on Su Yan becoming more and more fervent.
His throat rolled, a sound
"Little Guai~"
After calling out, the next second, he pressed Su Yan down and kissed her.
His kisses were full of urgency.
As if he hadn't kissed in eight hundred years.
Their entangled intimacy, in that stance, seemed like he was ready to administer justice to Su Yan on site at any moment.
At this time, Xiao Hua's eyes were wide open in disbelief.
Calling out the words "Little Guai," besides Jun Yu, there seemed to be no one else.
So, is this person Jun Yu?
