It was midnight.
In an ordinary residential apartment complex.
The sound of water splashing in the bathtub echoed as Shu Xue's fishnet dress was completely soaked. Her fluffy head burrowed against her body.
For the first time, she felt like a crisp, juicy cabbage being relentlessly rooted by an insatiable stray dog, torn to pieces.
She gasped for air, relishing the lingering sensations in her body.
After a long while.
The man finally lifted his head, his deep blue eyes reminiscent of a boundless sea, his damp hair dripping with droplets. Trailing down his neck, it cascaded onto his lean waist.
He said contentedly, "This dress has got something, your taste isn't bad."
Got something?
Shu Xue collapsed in the bathtub, rolling her eyes in exhaustion.
She said wearily, "Don't come tomorrow night."
Zhou Yu's fingers deliberately trailed across her skin, contently watching her shiver, he lazily asked, "Tired of me?"
"I can't keep up."
