Are You Still Sour?

Late at night, Shen Fanxing lay on the bed, limp as a ball.

Bo Jinchuan came out of the bathroom in his bathrobe in high spirits. He saw Shen Fanxing lying limply on the bed, her face flushed with lust.

There was still a hint of seduction in her eyes, making her look especially seductive.

Especially when he knew that she was usually cold and domineering. This contrast made him unable to stop.

Bo Jinchuan felt satisfied. He was the only one in the world to see her like this.

She walked to the bed and looked at the long hair scattered on the bed. There were a few strands of wet hair on her sweaty face. She looked like she had been tortured.

Bo Jinchuan smiled and bent to kiss her forehead. Then, he placed his hands on her shoulders and legs and lifted her from the bed.

"Yes?"