C175 Mutu's Secret Meeting

After all, Rong Yi was a young and strong man. Ann Qi's jade-like hands wrapped around his waist, and her head rested on his arm. He felt the blood in his body rush up. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't control it. His breathing became rapid.

No, no, he couldn't do it. He was afraid that he couldn't hold back the urge to kiss Ann Qi's cheek and her sexy lips