You Can Forget About Escaping For The Rest Of Your Life
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Shen Luo'an looked as if he was a little sad as he made his way forward. Winding around the huge king-sized bed, he reached out with his hand that was reeking with the scent of disinfectant. He pulled the woman huddling in the corner over.
Shen Manting bit her bottom lip and didn't say a word or make a sound. She closed her eyes as if she was resigned to her fate.
"I was wondering why you dressed in this manner and came to an empty room," Shen Luo'an said. "So, it turns out that this is Ou Ming's room."
He held her arm in a vice-grip with one hand and slid his other hand down slowly from her face. As his fingertip trailed her cheek to her neck, and made their way to her proud white peaks, lust began to appear on his face. At the same time, the air ominously thickened.
All that Shen Manting was wearing was a long white silk negligee. Although the room was very dark, the image in front was not covered by the darkness.
How beautiful.