"Wife, I feel so aggrieved."
"Hehe, it's okay, I care for you."
"You said it, you can't regret it."
"Ah..." Before Zhou Jiao could finish her words, she was lifted into the air, frightening her into covering her mouth.
Zhang Guoqing mischievously weighed her, "Little lady, even if you cry, it's useless. Tonight you are mine."
Zhou Jiao looked at him timidly, shrank her neck, "Master, no... Master, have mercy, this concubine already knows her mistake, Master, please pity this concubine."
Zhang Guoqing laughed, hugging her, and fell onto the bed... Turns out, the three little drama queens in their family all inherited it from their mother.
Zhou Jiao swiftly climbed onto him and, full of color and expression, leaned over him, "What a flower thief, the path to Heaven you didn't take, yet you barged into Hell, ending up in this lady's hands, hehe..."
Zhang Guoqing loved her little demeanor to death, his eyes darkened, and with a turn, he was on top of her...
After the storm...
