Li Qianrui had a slight fever of 38.5 degrees, and Zhou Jin knew it would be difficult to get this wealthy young lady to take medicine, so he threw the pills in the trash and handed her a cup of water, "Drink more water."
Li Qianrui, languid and unmoving, glanced at him, "You feed me."
Those three words were soft and silky.
Zhou Jin raised an eyebrow, took a sip of water for himself, and then fed her mouths to mouth. Li Qianrui reached out her little hand, tugged at his pure white shirt, and slowly embraced his muscular waist as their tongues entwined.
Zhou Jin, panting, let go of her, his eyes reddening, "Didn't eat enough last night?"
Li Qianrui found a comfortable spot in his arms, "You had enough?"
Zhou Jin's breathing tightened, his large palm reached inside her nightgown, gazing down at her tight, glossy legs.
Li Qianrui clenched her legs together, not letting him look. She raised her small hand and accused, "Zhou Jin, what is this? When did you start playing with SM?"
