Ouyang Yu clutched the wound on his leg, glaring at Yi Kai with resentment.
Yi Kai offered an innocent smile, picked up the magazine from the table, and calmly flipped through it.
As the sun rose high
The amorous atmosphere gradually dispersed, and clothes were scattered messily on the floor.
Quan Jingwu walked out of the bathroom, his loose robe revealing his muscular chest, the pink scratch marks faintly visible.
The little cat's claws were quite sharp, indeed.
He ran a hand through his damp hair, his gaze settling on the lump on the bed, the corners of his thin lips curling up slightly.
"Sweetheart, time to get up."
His slender fingertips gently poked her tender cheek, the bouncy sensation made him unable to resist poking her again and again.
Jian Qing squinted her eyes and slapped his hand away.
"Quan Jingwu, that's enough."
Her husky voice emerged, and Jian Qing's rounded earlobes instantly turned blood red.
