"Ugh... Pull the curtains.
Chen Yirou clung tightly to Song Guanchao's neck, panting heavily.
Song Guanchao acted as if he couldn't hear, fully immersed in the battle.
Chen Yirou didn't hold out for two seconds before she was completely lost in that pleasurable state.
Song Guanchao worked diligently, sweating like rain, while the woman beneath him felt like she was made of water, unbelievably soft.
"Whew..."
Song Guanchao took a breath, holding her waist as he sat up from the bed.
Her legs wrapped around Song Guanchao's waist, hanging onto him, letting out a moan that could make one's bones melt.
Just as she braced herself to continue enduring Song Guanchao's impact, she waited yet saw no movement from him.
"Hmm?" She let out a confused nasal sound like a little cat, slowly opening her eyes to see him frowning, staring behind her.
Chen Yirou slowly turned her head, following his gaze, but there was nothing except the floor-to-ceiling window.
