"Harder! Harder!"
In Chu Dazhuang's bedroom, Zheng Qingrong was screaming like a madwoman.
At this moment, she, with not a single piece of clothing on her, was desperately clinging to Chu Dazhuang, her body continuously writhing.
Chu Dazhuang, too, was striking Zheng Qingrong viciously, thrust after thrust.
But inside, he was feeling a bit anxious.
Liu Yudong had said he would return in the morning, and it was just after breakfast now, probably around eight o'clock.
They couldn't drag it out any longer; if they did, people would start arriving.
If someone came in and found the room empty and then saw Zheng Qingrong's naked form, what a sight that would be.
"Damn it!"
The more Chu Dazhuang thought about it, the more urgent he felt, and as a result, he also increased the pace and the force of his thrusts.
Chu Dazhuang was incredibly strong, and if he didn't hold back, he reckoned Zheng Qingrong might be beaten to death.
