Poor Mr. Xing!
The touch is fragrant, the scent is captivating, the more the hands move, the busier the heart becomes.
In the moments of ecstasy, there is fragrance everywhere.
This torment, how can mere words do it justice?
By the time he finally managed to help his wife have a bath and came out, the ringing of his cellphone sounded like a soul-hooking tune from the distant heavens.
Her body made so hot and restless, Lian Qiao hooked around his neck, and seeing him not reacting, she couldn't help but frown and playfully flicked his forehead.
"Huoguo, your phone, someone's chasing after you!"
This incident was not unusual.
When Huoguo was at home, he never turned off his phone. Any time of the day, emergency situations often arose, and she had become accustomed to it.
