Nan jiateng carried Cha Qing Luo and almost completely dismantled her.
The room was filled with passion.
When Cha Qing Luo couldn't resist Nan jiateng's enthusiasm, she could only call out his name softly.
Little did he know that such a tea pouring carrot seemed to have made Nan jiateng even more agitated.
They would become even more fanatical.
Sometimes, Cha Qing Luo felt that it was unbelievable. Nan jiateng was usually cold and Noble, but at this time, he was like a ball of fire, making people unable to resist.
In the end, Cha Qing Luo was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes. She was really sleepy.
After Nan jiateng washed her up, he wiped her clean and hugged her to sleep.
Cha Qing Luo leaned into Nan jiateng's arms and fell asleep, even breathing lightly.
Looking at Cha Qing Luo's sleeping face, Nan jiateng smiled.
