Shengshi Court, Fourth Floor.
Restroom 701.
Sun Zhe sat sprawled out on the plush sofa, a look of complete satisfaction on his face.
A wet, slurping sound came intermittently from between his legs. It sounded like someone licking an ice cream—disgusting, yet strangely enticing.
At this moment, Han Xinyue knelt between his spread legs like an obedient cat, her expression focused and serious as she serviced the grotesque member with her soft, fragrant lips.
Sun Zhe looked down at her, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His eyes lingered on her exquisite features as a meaningful smile spread across his face. He was just now discovering that Han Xinyue was a truly elegant woman, beautiful down to the tips of her hair. Even while holding something so foul in her mouth, she hadn't lost an ounce of that elegance.
