The afternoon sun shone through the curtains on the two people on the bed. The mottled spots on Meng Yu's fair skin were particularly obvious,
Meng Yu moved his heavy eyelids and looked at the dust floating in the sunlight in confusion. For a moment, he did not know where he was.
"You're awake?" A low and hoarse voice suddenly rang out by his ear. Meng Yu was instantly startled. He was just about to turn his head when his back was suddenly hit ruthlessly by someone.
Meng Yu was caught off guard and groaned. The next moment, he instantly covered his mouth in panic.
However, Li Zhe didn't want to let Meng Yu off so easily. He whispered in Meng Yu's ear, "Ah Yu, I can't take it anymore. I'm sorry.""
As Li Zhe apologized, his lower body began to twitch and hit Meng Yu's bladder every time. Soon, Meng Yu began to moan.
