Sleeping together was a technical activity.
However, to Junjue, it was not only something technical, but it was also art too.
Isn't it just sleeping together?
Do you have to make it so troublesome as though someone is giving birth! Are you all going to watch us do it later?
Finally, those people left and the air in front of Junjue started moving. He felt that he could finally breathe properly.
His bed was already changed. Junjue climbed out of the blanket and sat cross-legged on the sofa.
He waited one hour for Ming Shu. Ming Shu pushed open the door. The light in the room was dim. Junjue sat on the bed and played with the tassels on the bed.
When he heard the noise, he quickly let go of the tassels and changed his sitting position.
He could smell the fragrance of pastries on her body.
What the f**k, she went to eat again.
