"Junior, no, you can't, really not."
Li Mengyao shook her head. Her hands, which had been hooked around Liu Chuanfeng's neck, were now pulling at the hem of her skirt. Her face was flushed as if she were wearing rouge, her full lips slightly parted, and her generous chest heaving gently. Kissing made one easily carried away, and just as easily made one lose their senses.
Unawares, a tiny piece of fabric had somehow ended up on her black silk-clad calf.
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