"Ah ah ah..."
"When you do this, it feels like I'm seeing you twenty years ago. You..."
Qin Lan's excited words were cut short. Zhao Ding, who had just moved slightly, let out a muffled groan and collapsed onto Qin Lan like a dead pig. A long-anticipated battle ended just like that amidst Qin Lan's expectations.
Qin Lan was speechless.
She pushed Zhao Ding to the side and saw his face was flushed red. Lying on the bed, he didn't respond except for his breathing. Qin Lan looked at him with disdain and kicked him with her foot.
The desire that had just been aroused hadn't subsided, and looking at herself in the mirror, Qin Lan saw an elegant aura, fair skin, and beauty. Most importantly, she had a good figure that could attract numerous predatory gazes from men on the street.
Thinking of this, Qin Lan spread her legs and moved her hands up and down rapidly like pounding garlic.
