Huang qingwu only felt that han yichu was the most beautiful man in her heart at this moment. He could move her heart and even charm her eyes.
She couldn't even come back to her senses. Her heart was beating fast and throbbing.
Even when she closed her eyes, she could feel the refreshing scent on his body. It was her favorite scent, and it was all around her, making her heart drunk.
Han yichu carried Huang qingwu back to the bedroom and put her on the bed.
The bed was so soft that Huang qingwu shook up and down. Before she could come back to her senses, han yichu had already pressed her down and firmly fixed her between his arms and the bed.
Han yichu lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms. She was beautiful without a doubt, and she was beautiful.
Han yichu's eyes were dark.
"Qingwu~"
"What?"
