Li Qianrui struggled fiercely like a hedgehog, desperately trying to sting him, but no matter how she pushed, hit, or bit, he remained indifferent as if scratched by a kitten.
There was a difference in strength between men and women, and she, a delicately raised flower, had little strength; she was about to be truly possessed by him.
At that moment, a "knock knock" sound of knocking on the door arose, and Zhou Zhe asked from outside, "Qian Rui, why have you been inside for so long? I thought I heard some noises just now."
It was Zhou Zhe.
Zhou Zhe had arrived.
Li Qianrui's eyes lit up, and she immediately spoke, "Ah Zhe, I'm here. I..."
At that moment, she felt a pain in her earlobe as the man bit her and chuckled darkly by her ear like a demon, "Tell him, tell him what you and I are doing. I don't mind him coming in at all; it would be nice to discuss what it feels like to sleep with the same woman."
