"You're going to kill me," Liu Bingrui's jade-like little hand pinched Zhang Xiaomeng's waist.
Zhang Xiaomeng, having indulged in flesh, naturally found it a case of the beater willing and the beaten delighted.
"Carry me," Liu Bingrui said with a somewhat husky voice.
"Caught a cold? Your voice is hoarse?" Zhang Xiaomeng asked, concerned.
"It's all your fault."
Zhang Xiaomeng had a sudden realization, "So you're saying you screamed too loudly."
"Jerk, keep it down, hurry up and carry me."
Zhang Xiaomeng squatted down, and Liu Bingrui lay on his back.
"Bingrui, you're so soft," Zhang Xiaomeng casually remarked.
Liu Bingrui gave Zhang Xiaomeng a slap and murmured, "Jerk."
"Bad boys are loved by girls, aren't they?"
.....
"Huff, snore."
Liu Bingrui started snoring on his back.
This girl actually fell asleep just like that.
Not far away, Su Muxue was waving at Zhang Xiaomeng and the others.
"What happened to Bingrui?" Su Muxue inquired.
