he reached out with his other arm and turned off the bedside lamp.
In an instant, only the sounds of their rapid breathing could be heard in the air. It was so intense that it was as if something was boiling and burning with the two's emotions.
"Wife, stop pretending. You miss me, Yingluo."
"Yingluo, get lost! I don't want to!"
Sang Xia's cheeks were flushed. Under the moonlight, after she had gradually gotten used to the darkness, she appeared so beautiful and attractive.
She had a cold and charming face, a delicate body, and porcelain-white skin.
"Wife, do you know what I'm doing now?"
a certain word was emphasized by his evil tone.
sang xia's ears were burning. he did not need to say anything to guess it.
At the same time.
As soon as Rong Zhan said that, sang Xia was suddenly flipped over. She cried out in shock and was lifted up by the waist-!
He was finished.
It was too late.
