Zhang Xiaomeng only felt that everything before his eyes became even brighter.
"I'm so tired." Jiang Qing's pretty face was flushed with red.
Having just been nourished, her eyes now held an extra touch of tenderness and charm.
Leaning on Zhang Xiaomeng made her feel very comfortable.
Zhang Xiaomeng gently patted the white jade-like buns with a slap.
"I saw you were quite enjoying it just now."
Jiang Qing glared at Zhang Xiaomeng with knitted brows, "It's all your fault, and you still mention it."
"The neighbors must have heard everything."
"Who cares about them, we don't even know them anyway."
"Let's sleep for a while," Zhang Xiaomeng said, stroking Jiang Qing's hair.
Jiang Qing hummed in agreement, obediently lying in Zhang Xiaomeng's arms to sleep.
In the early morning, the sounds of love were heard again from next door.