Escape From the Clutches of the Demon

Without a doubt, Mo Chu was 'Imprisoned' in his room for the next few days.

To be more precise, she was imprisoned by Ning Yiyuan on that oversized bed, and almost never came down...

Holding onto her old waists that were on the verge of breaking, Mo Chu wanted to cry but no tears came out...

F*ck!

Did Ning Yiyuan know that indulging in sensual pleasures was very likely to lead to her death? He could not control himself once he started having sex!

"What's wrong? is your waist sore?" Ning Yiyuan's slightly hoarse sexy breath blew into her ear.

At the same time, his warm big palm gently touched Mo Chu's stained skin. He used the appropriate strength to knead her sore muscles.

"Phew..." After his muscles were massaged perfectly, Mo Chu could not help but let out a comfortable sigh. However, when she turned her head to the side and saw the handsome face beside her, the sigh in Mo Chu's heart immediately stopped. It was unfair!