"You little demon!"
After a deep kiss, their lips parted.
The corners of their lips were still stained with the fluid shared between them, creating a long, tantalizing silver thread as they separated.
It looked indescribably vivid and seductive, intensely suggestive.
"Does the Lord like demons like me?" Luo Qingtong leaned over Ye Qianming's chest, listening to the fierce beating of his heart, and provocatively curved her lips.
She raised her hand and gently traced over the skin of his chest that was exposed from the torn-open collar.
Ye Qianming couldn't hold back at this moment.
His eyes filled with a blood-red color, and the next second, he forcefully pulled Luo Qingtong beneath him, gripping her slender waist.
Uh-oh.
Seeing the man's eyes blazing with fierce flames, as if wanting to burn her and him together, Luo Qingtong lightly stuck out her tongue.
She's overdone it!
