when it was almost dawn, xu mo directly collapsed under his body and fell asleep from exhaustion.
kang qiao squinted his eyes, and his mind instantly cleared up.
he had lost control tonight.
He and Xu Mo should be two parallel lines that shouldn't intersect and shouldn't have sex again.
However, he still couldn't help but roll in the bed with her for another night. Perhaps it was because of her straightforwardness, but when he was with her, he didn't need to be the elegant Kang Qiao. He didn't need to pretend. He was a man.
a man with normal needs, a man who would want to tear off a woman's clothes when he saw her. this was the first time he had directly despised a woman with a small chest.
Of course, he was very satisfied to do it with her. It was not particularly important that his chest was not small.
