Su Fan couldn't get enough of the object in his hands, wishing he could play with it anytime, anywhere.
Unfortunately, it belonged to Zhang Haitao, and only Zhang Haitao had the right to do so.
The surprise that Zhou Jie brought to Su Fan also made him more curious about what kind of paradise she possessed.
Even without experiencing it firsthand, he could imagine that it must be as tender as peach blossoms.
In the bathroom, Zhang Haitao grasped a pair of small watermelons belonging to Zhao Ting, feeling smug in his heart.
He thought to himself, "This little slut, who knows which honest man she'll be the wife of in the future?"
"When the other man thinks he has married a wife with a hot body, would he ever guess that the Zhao Ting before his eyes has long been thoroughly explored by him?"
Zhao Ting had no idea what Zhang Haitao was thinking; she was now sitting on the edge of the bathtub, playing with her phone.
Zhang Haitao's caterpillar had completely lost its fire.
