"Ah, Xiaomeng, hurry up."
"Xiaomeng, I'm going to die."
....
After more than an hour of this, Liu Bingrui's body had been tossed into mush by Zhang Xiaomeng.
In contrast, Zhang Xiaomeng seemed more like a fierce and invincible warrior.
Not the slightest hint of retreat, even with a sense of pride looking up at the sky.
Lying in Zhang Xiaomeng's arms, Liu Bingrui drew circles on his chest, "Xiaomeng."
"Mhm, I'm here."
"Tell me the truth, you and sister, have you already been together long ago?"
Zhang Xiaomeng's head struck as if by thunder, "Ah, you know about that?"
Liu Bingrui let out a hum, pinching the skin on Zhang Xiaomeng's chest and lifting it fiercely, "I knew it, you really have an unusual relationship with sister."
But this time, Liu Bingrui wasn't angry.
"Really, I don't know if we sisters owed you something in our past life."
"I just like you, you bad guy."
