The spacious villa hall was very quiet.
Even the slightest movement could be heard clearly.
Although Qu Xiangru's movements were small, the bed was so small that Wu Qiangwei felt it.
At first, she thought she might have sensed it wrong, so she lay still for a moment to confirm.
Qu Xiangru seemed to be doing something to Song Guanchao.
She didn't know what exactly was happening, but there were definitely some little actions.
Wu Qiangwei bit her lip, inevitably letting her imagination run wild.
Suddenly, she felt a little angry.
No matter what Qu Xiangru was doing, one thing was certain: Song Guanchao did not seem to resist.
That bastard!
Men, indeed, are all the same; they have no resistance to women who take the initiative.
Song Guanchao had his eyes closed, breathing steadily.
Qu Xiangru's skillful hands put both his mind and body at ease.
It was unclear how much time had passed when, suddenly, Wu Qiangwei's body leaned over.
