Bai Lu gritted her teeth and clung to Zhang Xiaomeng as though she wanted to melt her body into his.
Zhang Xiaomeng did not stop either; this time he entered that holy land that belonged to Bai Lu without any reservation.
Soon enough, Bai Lu's body trembled uncontrollably.
"Xiaomeng, I really like you."
"Oh dear, you really are my nemesis," she moaned.
Zhang Xiaomeng laughed and said, "Bai Lu sis, your body is so soft, I really like it."
Hearing this, Bai Lu cried out even louder.
An hour later, Zhang Xiaomeng finally came to a stop.
By then, Bai Lu was limp all over, as if she had turned into a puddle of mud.
She could only lie powerlessly in Zhang Xiaomeng's embrace, drawing circles on his chest.
Zhang Xiaomeng wanted to laugh as Bai Lu rolled her eyes at him in a huff and pinched his chest, "You might as well not have come back, making such a fuss as soon as you do."
"Not even caring whether I can handle it or not."
