The bitter cold in her stomach made the bitterness in her stomach churn again, and she shoved hard against him.
They can't go on like this. Shouldn't she let him touch her for the rest of her life? Doesn't she long for him
Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to relax.
His hand shook violently.
Before the aftertaste disappeared, she only felt that her face became more and more burning, fearful, and beyond trembling, she was ashamed.
She stared at him blankly.
His lips suddenly wrapped around hers again.
"Xiao Qi, you are so beautiful."
The sweat on his forehead gradually thickened.
She could feel the scorching heat in his place. He didn't move, just reached out and stroked her face, wiping the hookah off her cheeks one by one.