Transferring the Military Factory

The next morning, Jiang Chen with black circles under his eyes, walked out of Sun Jiao's bedroom yawning.

As he reminisced the intimacy that happened last time, he couldn't help but smile. Perhaps because they haven't done it for so long, last night Sun Jiao was particularly demanding as she only let him sleep after midnight while she drifted to sleep as well like a well-fed cat.

As Jiang Chen thought about this, he stretched his back with a delightful smile-

"Ka."

The pleasant smile froze on his face as a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

[Fu*k, my back! Ouch, ouch, ouch]

At the same time, the still sleepy Yao Yao walked into the hallway.

She looked at Jiang Chen who froze in place as she tilted her head in confusion.

"Hmm?"

"Ahem, Yao, Yao Yao, come help me…" Jiang Chen with his thick skin finally squeezed out these words.

He felt humiliated…

The nice Yao Yao immediately walked up to help him.