Song Yun sniffed and felt a hot stream after hot stream rush into his nostrils, quickly turning the tissue bright red.
"Wow, it's so hot, so hot." Qingluan took off her pants revealing her white panties, and Song Yun felt like he was losing his mind. He hurried to the bedroom to find a summer quilt to cover Qingluan, heavens only know what other bold things this girl might do next.
He was a man of morals, a man with a bright future, a man of noble ideals and integrity, he couldn't lose his nature over these sugar-coated bullets. Song Yun comforted himself, but his eyes involuntarily drifted towards Qingluan.
"Bang!"
Qingluan kicked off the blanket on her, then groggily sat up, glaring fiercely at Song Yun.
Song Yun, who had been stared down by Qingluan's gaze numerous times, swallowed his saliva and picked up his coat to drape over her.
