Qingluan's palm still landed on Song Xiaodong's head, but this slap had no strength at all. Being touched on her feet and kissed, she instantly became weak and limp.
She wanted to resist, she wanted to escape, but she had no strength, and that feeling, although there was a sense of humiliation in her heart, she had to admit she didn't dislike it, and there was an inexplicable excitement and fondness.
Song Xiaodong had many wives, and had numerous methods to deal with women. Qingluan was no match for him in this regard. In just a short while, her spirit was out of control, her mind in chaos, especially under Song Xiaodong's teasing, she unconsciously began to respond to him.
No one knew how long had passed when Song Xiaodong finally released Qingluan. Her little mouth was open, her eyes were dreamy, her chest was heaving rapidly, leaning against Song Xiaodong, completely in a paralyzed state.
And the two leaves on her chest had long fallen to the ground.
