Mu Qingtong wasn't interested in such facial skin contact.
Although this was something she had never experienced or delved deeply into before.
But after trying it now, it felt just like that.
It couldn't stimulate her physiologically much.
Mr. Xia started to struggle again, the woman in the black dress had a calm gaze, but her movements were skilled in firmly grasping his wrists again, becoming rough.
She didn't really understand what she was doing now, but she just wanted to try again.
Especially seeing Mr. Xia still resisting her in his sleep, her displeasure grew even more.
Perhaps.
Conquering Mr. Xia should start with making his lip contour adapt to her own shape!
Make him completely give up resistance!
