After a dozen seconds, Zhao Qingge calmed down as well. Her body wasn't as stiff anymore. She turned her head slightly to look at Li Peifeng in her arms, her lips parted a few times unconsciously. When she saw him about to lift his head to look at her, she quickly turned away to avoid eye contact.
"Have you hugged enough?"
Li Peifeng's response was another kiss. Because they were on the bed, in a dark room, the conditions were quite different from usual, so Zhao Qingge was very flustered and nervous.
Her first reaction was to dodge, but she couldn't escape. She could only squirm, her hands desperately grabbing all over Li Peifeng's body, trying to find some straw to clutch.
"Let me give you a leg massage."
As Li Peifeng took off her white shirt, his hands gradually reaching for her skirt while still murmuring about 'massaging her leg,' Zhao Qingge finally put up some decent resistance. She grabbed Li Peifeng's hands back, her voice slightly trembling but her meaning firm...
