Si Qingqing didn't know when she had fallen asleep; she only knew she cried the whole night, her tears dried up from weeping.
The next day, she was awakened by noise.
She opened her bleary eyes and heard Chu Xiao'e moaning beside her.
She saw Chu Xiao'e sitting on Song Guanchao, her sensual waist looking alluring as the sunlight danced on her skin, exhibiting a captivating charm.
She froze for a moment, her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and she closed her eyes in embarrassment.
After who knows how long, she heard Chu Xiao'e cry out a few times, then everything quietened down.
She thought Song Guanchao would get up, but suddenly felt him lean over and directly press down on her, entering her body.
"If you're awake, stop pretending to be asleep."
Song Guanchao said with a cold laugh, continuing to plow her body.
Eight in the morning.
Song Guanchao and Chu Xiao'e came out of the bathroom, both already dressed.
