Qiao Zhiyi's clothes had already been torn open.
Shi Jingzhou's kisses landed on her body, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her entire being.
Qiao Zhiyi bit her lip, afraid to make an unspeakable noise.
She closed her eyes, enduring this unfamiliar yet thrilling feeling.
At this moment, her mind was blank.
She never considered whether this action could yield the result she wanted.
She just took it for granted that Shi Jingzhou would agree to her.
Suddenly, he stopped.
Qiao Zhiyi slowly opened her eyes, which held a hint of moisture, her seductive eyes like silk, indeed very enticing.
Shi Jingzhou stared at her, then suddenly laughed.
With that laugh, Qiao Zhiyi felt a sudden sinking in her heart, a bad premonition welling up inside her.
"It's clear you care a lot about Han Ling," Shi Jingzhou got off the bed, standing by it as he straightened his clothes, his words filled with disdain and mockery, "I am not a recycling station. Easy come, cheap."
