The first time between Xi Luo and Zong Zhan was truly unforgettable.
Mainly because it was too fast.
Because from start to finish it took less than half an hour, and Zong Zhan wrapped it up hurriedly.
The speed was unbelievably fast, making Xi Luo even more convinced that this was the real capability of a wolfdog.
Oh well, Plato is fine too.
At this moment, dusk was setting in, the afterglow cast a splendid glow across the floor.
Xi Luo, with her wet hair draped down, sat in the living room smoking in a bathrobe.
Before long, Zong Zhan came over wearing the same bathrobe, carrying freshly brewed black coffee in his hand.
He took away Xi Luo's cigarette and shoved the coffee cup into her hand, "Hungry?"
Xi Luo shook her head, then stared at the man's cigarette, frowning in displeasure, "Why did you take my cigarette again?"
Zong Zhan bent down to pick up his trousers from the floor, took out a pack of ladies' menthol cigarettes, "Regular tobacco is too strong, smoke this."
