393 That's About It For A Man In His Thirties, As I'm Afraid That You Might Sprain Your Waist

Su Qingcheng finally knew that the Shao Yibai in front of her now was more real and scarier than the Shao Yibai from before.

Su Qingcheng was being tossed around over and over again. Her skin felt as if it was about to burst under his hot kisses, and the unsatisfied man's heavy breathing was like a lullaby that she could not get out of her ears.

By the time she finally freed herself from exhaustion, the sky had already turned pitch black. The moonlight was shining gracefully, and the sky was filled with dazzling stars.

The bathroom was foggy. Shao Yibai had cleaned Su Qingcheng's body with serious care. She was so tired that all she wanted was to enjoy the man's service. Then, she tilted her head to one side and watched as the quick water flow gradually turned slow. Shao Yibai grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her tightly.

"Where did you hide An An?"