Speaking of Zhong Qingyang, Xin Xiaoxiao's tone and expression instinctively turned to disgust. After she finished speaking, she hugged Xiang Yiqing's arm tighter, continuing to play the victim, "Xiang brother, I'm so pitiful. I didn't have a mother since I was young, had a father who was like not having one, and now I have to marry a hypocritical man who only wants our family's wealth. Why is my life so miserable?"
Saying this, she turned around, facing Xiang Yiqing, and buried her face in his embrace.
Anyway, she was going to get married, so before getting married, she might as well take advantage of the person she liked as much as possible.
Her face pressed against Xiang Yiqing's white shirt, through the thin layer of fabric, she could feel the temperature of his skin and his heartbeat.
There was also a faint fresh scent on him, like the fragrance of laundry detergent, very pleasant.
What should I do, I really want to tear off his clothes, I really want to sleep with him.
