Qu Xiangru leaned on the sofa, wearing a disheveled nightgown, her hair equally messy.
Her cheeks were flushed, eyes dazed, full of desire.
Her pajama pants had already been pulled halfway down by Song Guanchao, empty underneath.
She wore no underwear.
Having just taken a bath, she had washed her underwear, hanging it in the bathroom to dry.
Under the pajamas, a barren landscape.
The tender pinkness between her legs, making one breathe heavily, now glistening, waiting to be picked.
Song Guanchao was pressing on top of her, his pocket was unbuttoned, and his trousers had also been pulled down.
Only a few steps away from that final step.
Just then, Wu Qiangwei, who was in the shower, suddenly opened the door.
In Song Guanchao's mind, there was only one thought — finished!
If Wu Qiangwei saw, he didn't know how he would face her.
"Song Guanchao." Wu Qiangwei's voice came from the bathroom, snapping Song Guanchao, whose whole body stiffened, back to reality.
