Andre was twenty-one this year, but he had a genetic beard, which made him look more mature.
"Your place is nice," Andre was extremely satisfied, as the neighborhood was either for the rich or the noble, which was his minimum requirement for a girlfriend.
"Why compliment my home? Shouldn't you be complimenting me?" Qiao Jiaying cooed flirtatiously.
"Haven't I already praised you in bed?" Andre chuckled lowly, hugging Qiao Jiaying tightly and stopping now and then to be affectionate.
Their idea was simple: change the place, change the bed, and continue the passion.
Youth and a wealthy life were meant to be willful!
In the middle of the night, the house was pitch black. Qiao Jiaying and Andre, joined at the hip, entered the living room, ready to resume their affection.
"Snap!" Suddenly, the lights in the living room turned on.
The dazzling crystal light made them raise their hands to shield their eyes.
