"His performance is not very stable." Tian Peng said, "But there are times when he wins."
"That's normal." Xiao Song only betted a million yuan to return the favor. He did not care who won or lost.
After enjoying a boxing match, he decided to leave first to give Tian Peng time to have fun.
"Shall I send her back to you tomorrow?"
"No need." Xiao Song put on his coat and smiled evilly. "Have fun."
Su Tian, who was left behind, followed Tian Peng along the long corridor outside the hall and finally entered a lounge.
She listened to the door close and took the initiative to kiss Tian Peng's lips, losing herself in the intimate atmosphere.
The curtains that blocked the light made people forget time.
Tian Peng was finally tired of her on Sunday afternoon. "Where do you live? I'll get someone to send you back."
"I'll go back myself." Su Tian endured the discomfort and kissed him before leaving.
