Who exactly is it? Who would do this to her?
Shang Haohao's reaction made Yue Feng very satisfied. She only ever became so tenderly lingering when she was drunk, obediently letting herself be manipulated by him.
Yue Feng's hands seemed like they were enchanted, capable of holding sway over her life and death at any moment.
Shang Haohao was lost in this kind of pleasure, the satisfaction in her body rendering her mind utterly blank.
She followed his fingers, dancing gracefully, twisting, and swaying with her body.
Seeing her so charming, Yue Feng chuckled softly.
Loved her like this intensely.
"Little glutton, hubby will satisfy you!"
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The afterglow of sunlight spilled into the room.
Shang Haohao woke up with the same sore waist and aching back as yesterday.
Her hazy eyes slowly opened.
