After exerting the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, Xu Bingbing finally managed to support Yang Hao upstairs, herself gasping for breath.
Plus, she had drunk half a bottle of red wine.
This caused her originally delicate face to involuntarily be adorned with a thin layer of sweat beads.
"Drink, drink, drink..."
"I asked you to have a few drinks with my dad, and you two really went at it~~!"
With a face full of complaint, Xu Bingbing threw Yang Hao onto her own boudoir bed and couldn't help but lie down herself to catch her breath.
However, before Xu Bingbing had a chance to catch her breath while lying side by side with him,
suddenly, a large hand instantly embraced her into its grasp.
And that big hand was not well-behaved, even giving her a pinch.
This sudden action immediately made Xu Bingbing's already limp body stiffen.
But when she turned her head and saw Yang Hao with his eyes tightly closed, clearly unconscious, Xu Bingbing also breathed a sigh of relief.
