On the morning after, Zhu Xuying laid bare in the messed up bed, Even if she was a level three master that was following the path of the sword. after half a night of tossing around with Zhi Rui, she could only sleep soundly.
Looking from the side at the saliva in the corner of the unconscious Zhun Xuying. Zhi Rui stood smiling, Her shoulders straight, and chest out. She held her waist and grinned at her well-done work.
Smirking Zhi Rui searched for clothes, but suddenly. yesterday's images came to her mind. Zhi Rui sighed with a frown, now that she became the disciplinary division leader, she has to maintain an image. And could not walk around the way she felt like in the future.
