Zhao Yu’s Blissful Life

"Ah..." After Zhao Yu yawned, he blew a breath of air into Miao Ying's ears playfully, then blew apart her hair.

Miao Ying felt the sudden itch at her earlobe, and immediately turned around to hug Zhao Yu tightly.

The Goddess of Violence was different, not ordinary. The whole afternoon, Zhao Yu and her surged with intensity, braved through the stormy seas, shook the earth and moved the mountains. The battlefield alone had been swapped from one place to another constantly, from the bathroom to the living room, from the living room to the bedroom, from the bathtub to the couch, from the couch to the dining table..."

After a few rounds of battles, the entire luxurious suite room was a mess. The pillow flew up to the support of the house, the couch and the bed was way out of position, the air-conditioner controller was stepped on and broken, even the teacups and ashtray were broken...