Song Qian'ai's face was blushing with a hint of red; she hadn't expected herself to be so wild.
Surprisingly... silently picked up the clothes beside her, ready to put them on.
But when she saw the clothes had turned into scraps, she kicked the person beside her, "Give me your clothes."
Wang Meng glanced at her, especially noticing the marks on her body. His gaze darkened a bit,
secretly savoring the moment just now. Indeed, it wasn't bad; at least he felt refreshed now.
If he had known that sleeping together could be this comfortable, he wouldn't have waited until now to try it.
Nonetheless, as he quickly reviewed in his mind, there wasn't anyone that caught his eye. If he had to engage with those women, he would be extremely reluctant.
He was picky about women and not accepting just anyone who came along.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Song Qian'ai took matters into her own hands, grabbing his shirt to put it on.
