Su Chen sighed and had no choice but to go downstairs holding the pillow.
However, he was still full of doubts inside.
That wasn't right—hadn't Qiao Yue said that Little Yueyue was in a bad mood for the past two days? Looking at her now, she didn't seem to be in a bad mood at all.
The heart of a woman, a needle at the bottom of the sea! Su Chen exhaled deeply as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
Subsequently, he sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and sank into deep thought.
At that moment, Qiao Yue also came in and approached Su Chen from behind, gently touching his back.
Suddenly, Su Chen felt it and turned around to whisper, "What's the matter, you haven't had enough just now?"
"Do you want to do this again here?"
Qiao Yue flashed a smile and lightly swayed her body, causing Su Chen's blood to boil inside him.
He said, "Stop it, Chu Yu is still in there."
