C3891 The Night of Passion

How could Guu Feng not know what she was thinking? He reached out and flicked her forehead. "You! You just don't believe me."

Yang Ying stuck out her tongue, which was rare for her to playfully stick out. The tip of her tongue was smooth and tender, and the fragrance assailed her nostrils.

Guu Feng couldn't help but move closer and kiss her with an expression on his face