The woman stretched out her hand, covering Wen Ran's distracted eyes, and deepened the kiss.
Xiangjin rubbed the entangled tongue, and she greedily grabbed Wenran's breath. Listening to the sound of the two kissing, Wenran felt confused and dazed. When she came to her senses, they both fell on the bed.
She leaned over Wen Ran, looked into his slightly hazy eyes, lowered her head and sighed softly on Wen Ran's neck: "Aran, don't forget me."
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