gged her, fiercely capturing her lips. His kiss carried a fire of anger, an anger mixed with a kind of brutality, constantly plundering her sweetness, holding onto the tip of her tongue and delving in...d his younger brother to bring him a bottle of wine. Mo Yao had a good impression of him, mainly because he had the same pair of carefree eyes as his own mischievous little scoundrel. Zhang Yunbin sai...