Dance with the wind (11)

Shu qingwu was like a blank piece of paper in these areas. She knew too little.

Her eyes were misty like water, her eyes were like silk, and her face was bright red, which was particularly charming.

Han yichu's Jade-like eyes were also dyed with a dark light, with a devouring aura. His slender Jade-like hands followed Shu qingwu's curves down.

Han yichu looked down at Shu qingwu and thought she was beautiful.

Shu qingwu was gasping for breath, her body blooming like a flower in han yichu's hands, and her whole body was numb like an electric current.

"Ah...Han...Yichu ..."

"Qingwu, call me yichu,"

Shu qingwu's mind was on fire, and she subconsciously followed han yichu's lead."Yichu."

"Yes."

Han yichu's voice was hoarse. He moved his fingers slightly, and Shu qingwu's qipao fell to the ground.

Han yichu looked at the beautiful woman under him, and even the most pure-hearted person couldn't stand it.