Only then did Ji Zhao relax, especially when she was soaked in the bathtub. She felt that all the fatigue in her body had been swept away.
Splash!
To her surprise, Shen Yao also jumped into the bathtub.
"You?" Ji Zhao suddenly narrowed her eyes, and a sense of vigilance arose in the depths of her eyes.
Shen Yao flipped open the erotic painting seriously and pointed at a page on it. "Zhaozhao, why don't we study this move?"
"You, you, you…" Ji Zhao hurriedly raised her hand to cover her face and said angrily, "Shen Yao, where's your shame!"
In front of Ji Zhao, there was no such thing as shame in Shen Yao's dictionary.
He was like a hungry wolf that did not know fatigue, taking Ji Zhao time and time again.
He enjoyed the extreme pleasure.
As for Ji Zhao, there was only one sentence in her mind—
Men only spewed lies!
An hour later, Shen Yao picked up the unconscious Ji Zhao and slowly walked out of the bathtub.
