Hum, the man sneered, crushed the wine glass, stabbed his arm, retained the last of his sobriety, called Zhou Qi to pick him up, and then left through the back door, but didn't expect to meet her again.
At that moment, he didn't want to endure it anymore, so he brought the person back and concealed the situation of the Chinese medicine from Zhou Qi. He thought, tearing off the disguise of that interesting woman...
Wave after wave of heat surged up. Mo Feifan stood up, took off his suit, and walked towards his prey step by step.
Liang Qianqian leaned against the wall and fell asleep. Her fair and slender thighs stimulated Mo Feifan. He had a severe mysophobia. He looked at his face soaked by the rain and sighed. He picked him up and threw him into the bathtub. He called the maid to help clean up.
The sound of water in the bathroom irritated his ears, and his flushed cheeks made his eyes feel numb. He told himself that the potion must be too large this time.
The sound of water stopped, and he heard his own heavy heartbeat...
The servant wisely withdrew and looked at the person still sleeping on the bed. Mo Feifan leaned over, brushed the hair from his forehead and whispered: "Remember, my name is Mo Feifan!"
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Good-looking, good-looking, recommended by old bookworms
Good-looking, good-looking, recommended by old bookworms