Lin San San can't even count his fingers.
She slapped him,
She thought she didn't have much, and he kissed her three times. . . No, in fact, he kissed her countless times, and each time lasted for a long time. She was used.
But a person like Zhang Yimou won't let this wobbly little fool know. Seeing her in a daze, he pulled her closer to his waist.
"You slapped me, I lost, you have to pay me back."
At last her lips were kissed again, but this time so soft, so soft, so long, that Lin San San's breath was blown out of breath.
"Don't take advantage of me."
Zhang Yimou said slyly that when Lin Sansan kissed her just now, she really didn't slap him because he was using her!
But he said nothing but shyly hide his eyes.
"I'm going to deal with Ishihara this afternoon. You are in Juan. Do
