Jiang Qing's gaze was somewhat scattered, yet her fingers tightly clenched, "Xiaomeng, stop, this is Revival Hall, what if a patient comes."
"It would tarnish the reputation of Revival Hall."
Jiang Qing lowered her head.
Zhang Xiaomeng planted a forceful kiss on Jiang Qing's lips, grasping the fullness and forcefully kneading it.
Jiang Qing immediately let out a soft moan.
"Am I to understand that as long as we switch locations, it will be okay?"
Without waiting for Jiang Qing's response, he directly carried her up to the storage room on the second floor.
The second-floor storage room was usually used to pile up waste material or cardboard.
Hardly anybody came here.
Jiang Qing was carried up by Zhang Xiaomeng, quietly arriving.
He then gently laid Jiang Qing on the discarded cardboard.
Seeing Zhang Xiaomeng's desirous gaze, Jiang Qing naturally knew that it would be difficult to escape today's predicament.
She was utterly embarrassed.
