Chapter 5397

"How did you know?" Zhao Desan laughed shamelessly and was about to lean in with his mouth. Zheng Chuyi punched him lightly and said shyly: "You lied to me!"

Zhao Desan looked at her slightly resistant appearance and thought, what are you pretending for? You've already entered the room with me, don't you know what I'm thinking? He smiled wickedly, grabbed her wrist before she could put it down, and pulled her hard into his arms.

Zheng Chuyi looked a bit surprised, her face flushed, and she said: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Desan didn't answer her rhetorical question, hugged her, and pressed his big mouth up to kiss her.

After Zhao Desan pulled her into his arms, she didn't resist. The two beautiful mounds on her chest pressed tightly against his chest. That soft and elastic tactile sensation immediately ignited Zhao Desan's strong desire to conquer. He suddenly pressed his mouth up and kissed her little mouth tightly. At the beginning of the passionate kiss, Zheng Chuyi didn't have any resistant reaction, until Zhao Desan pulled her down with him, pressed his whole body on her, kneaded the beauty on her chest with his two big hands, and she let out that slight coquettish panting. When he pushed further and moved one hand along her thigh, which was wearing cotton pantyhose, to the center of her tightly closed legs.

Her whole body was like a remote control with low battery, finally reacting. She pushed him away and said in a panic: "No, you can't."

Zhao Desan hugged her tightly again and asked: "Why can't I?"

Her face was flushed with panic, and her big eyes dodged Zhao Desan's fiery gaze, saying: "No means no."

Zhao Desan looked at her resistant expression and began to use sweet talk, saying gently: "Chuyi, I really like you."

Zheng Chuyi looked at him from the corner of her eye, blushed, and whispered: "You have a girlfriend."

Zhao Desan pretended to be very helpless, sighed, and said: "Sigh! Don't mention her." As he spoke, he was about to kiss her again.

Zheng Chuyi stretched out a hand to block his mouth, her face red, and said with some concerns: "Really, you can't."

Zhao Desan thought that since they had already come to the room, she should just be putting on a reserved posture. Thinking this, he hugged her and pressed her onto the bed again. A big hand grabbed the beauty on her chest. The substantial feel surprised him. He had never been in such close contact with her chest before, and only then did he realize that her chest was really big. His hand not only couldn't cover it completely, but it also seemed too small.