Song Guanchao was stunned for two seconds.
Soon, he felt a wave of resentment from Qu Xiangru.
It was like she was venting.
And he became her emotional trash bin.
Was it because of the phone call just now?
Song Guanchao understood.
There were few things that could perturb Qu Xiangru, and the Jiang Family was one of them.
Song Guanchao lay still, like a corpse, letting her do as she pleased.
"Ah~"
Qu Xiangru sat down abruptly, her delicate body trembling, and then began to move rhythmically.
Her voice was as loud as ever.
Not worried about being heard, she opened her heart and fully immersed herself.
After the skirmish ended, she lay limp on Song Guanchao's body, her delicate body occasionally twitching slightly.
However, before she could recover, Song Guanchao's large hands already covered her firm buttocks, and then their positions reversed.
A storm suddenly roared.
It wasn't until eight in the evening that they checked out of the hotel and headed towards Lingjiang.
