Miao Ruolan whispered, "The day has dawned, you little rascal, are you still coming?"
"You said yesterday that your good fortune was about to arrive. Why not make the most of it and play a few more rounds?"
"Hmm, then be gentle... hmm..."
A soft sound.
Gentle undulations.
Zhou Xi lay in bed, her forehead covered in sweat.
What does that feel like?
Is Sister Lan in pain or in pleasure?
Half an hour later, Miao Ruolan let out a soft cry, as if sobbing...
Zhou Xi's legs were stretched straight, her mind blank.
Miao Ruolan had been up for a long time.
Zhou Xi lazily lay in bed, not wanting to move...
Miao Ruolan naturally thought that Zhou Xi was just catching up on sleep after working hard all night.
How could she know that Zhou Xi wasn't sleepy at all?
Her whole body seemed to be soaking in hot water, her blood almost boiling.
Lin Xiaosu didn't get up until after nine in the morning, leisurely heading down to the Detective Agency.
