A lingering kiss, as if it had exhausted all her strength.
After a futile struggle, she gradually gave up resistance, letting him hold her in his palm to play with at will.
She felt that her last shred of dignity had been completely trampled over by him.
Half an hour later.
He got up and went to the dressing room.
She was alone in the bathroom, blow-drying her hair.
Standing in front of the European-style gilt-edged mirror, she saw herself in the mirror, her small face flushed beyond recognition.
Like a ripe apple, rosy and with eyes watery, only her lips were slightly swollen, and her neck was dotted with ambiguous love bites.
Thinking of the scene just now, her body shuddered slightly.
Shame, disarray...
After her hair was dry, the blush on her face still hadn't faded.
She changed her clothes before heading out.
He Yingdong had changed into a gray robe, a sash-tied robe half-open, revealing his alluring chest.
