Sunday looked up and saw Edwin approaching from the alley.
In the dim light, his eyebrows were somewhat faint, and he did not look as gentle as usual, with a sigh of suffocation.
Sunday looked at the boy who clasped her hands and chuckled: "My rescuer is here. Can you let me go?"
The teenager kissed over regardless of anything, Sunday turned her head away and the teenager’s hot lips fell on her face. At that moment Sunday realized how disgusting it was to be touched by someone you didn’t love.
She didn't care about chastity, so she confessed her fate when she failed. But now she was angry because of her dislike, "Don't touch me."
The teenager's eyes were sullen, and his tone was so intimate. "He ran over from there, it will be too late to save you." The young boy stepped down vigorous
