Liu Zhizhong acted without explanation, lazily sealing Zuo Xintong's red lips with his own.
Zuo Xintong was instantly stunned as if struck by lightning, her body trembling, her heart and body turning soft together.
Liu Zhizhong's strong arms, his moist and burning lips, his youthful masculine aura overwhelmed her, plunging her into a state of complete surrender.
His hands moved under her beautiful winter shirt, slipped inside her skirt's waistband, making her even more intoxicated, utterly irresistible.
The helicopter was still flying, oh heavens... experiencing something at such a high altitude was incredibly thrilling to the extreme!
Zuo Xintong's throat emitted muffled sounds, uncertain if they were of struggle and resistance, or melodies of enjoyment; but they were undoubtedly pleasant, alluring, and stimulated Liu Zhizhong so much that his desire grew and exploded.
