This was a battle for the ages.
After it was over, Li Qing was so tired he didn't even want to move.
Sister Hu and Lu Furong were also lying limply on the bed.
Especially Lu Furong, who felt as though she was almost out of breath.
On her perky and soft twin peaks, one could even faintly see the imprint of Li Qing's fingers.
"I'm telling you to be nicer to Qingzi in the future," Sister Hu played with Lu Furong's hair and said indifferently, "I'm afraid only his thing and physique can satisfy you; once you leave this village, you won't find a second shop."
"But he's not a good thing," Lu Furong glared at Li Qing and climbed out of bed, "I'm going to wash up!"
Li Qing was stunned.
He watched Lu Furong leave, murmuring, "This is turning one's face away without mercy!"
Just now she was screaming for him, and now she was giving him the cold shoulder.
Sister Hu chuckled, "She's been one to hold grudges since she was little."
