With Zhang Xiaomeng's movements, Murong Yu's breathing became rapidly more labored.
Her face was flushed with redness, and the blush spread bit by bit. Soon, her fair and delicate earlobes and slender neck were dyed with an enticing pink.
Looking at her face, as beautiful as a painting, and listening to the woman's passionate breathing, Zhang Xiaomeng felt himself turn into a beast. He directly picked up Murong Yu and was about to press her onto the floor to have his way with her.
"No, the floor is dirty."
As a woman, who tended to be somewhat of a clean freak, Murong Yu said with a resistant look on her face.
"Xiaomeng, take me home, let's go home. Is that good?"
"No, I can't hold back now, you little enchantress, you're too tempting. Let's do it on the floor, we can just take a bath afterward."
Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes were bloodshot, like a beast gone mad.
"No, the floor hasn't been mopped, it's too dirty."
Murong Yu firmly protested.
