97, The Language of Love (XIII)

Jiang Wan said that he was emotional, walked to Qingfeng's side, held his angular face with both hands, and printed it on the thick lips with his thin lips, kissing passionately.

A pair of people in love, kissing passionately, Jiang Wan put his slender body tightly against the burly figure, and writhed all over.

It went on like this for a long time, and then the poetess threw herself headlong into that broad chest, her ears pressed against the thumping heart, and two red glows flew up her face, and the strong arms of the breeze made her feel extremely warm.

Jiang Wan slowly raised his head, with affection in his ......

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