Classmate is Not a Demon

Qu Moshang's breathing quickened a little bit, his fingers slowly clenched the quilt tightly, his right hand was wrapped around Lin Qinghan's shoulder and back, and he hummed a little impatiently.

But Lin Qinghan was extremely patient tonight, just teasing her sensitive earballs made Qu Moshang go limp all over: "Qinghan... you, you don't want... um."

Lin Qinghan saw that her face was rosy, and her forehead was sweating. The kiss moved to her neck, her hand circled continuously along her waist, and then touched a puddle of water.

When she lowered her body, Qu Moshang let out a muffled snort, raised her head and bit her finger, and the mist in her eyes gradually dissipated.Lin Qinghan stared at her almost instantly, and then moved slowly.