Su Meng lay on the bed, her enticingly pale legs ceaselessly flipping around on the bed. At this moment, Zhang Qiang had just come out of the bathroom with a look of unfinished business on his face.
Seeing Zhang Qiang, Su Meng felt an extreme revulsion towards him today, but she couldn't show it in front of him.
"Mengmeng, are you playing a game? What was with you just now, taking so long in the bathroom? Do you have any idea that could have almost killed me, holding it in out there?"
Su Meng didn't even look at Zhang Qiang, casually finding an excuse, "Oh, how would I know? Can I even control such things? Why don't you think about why you don't take care of it properly at night, causing me to rush you so much in the morning?"
