C147 Intimacy(2)

Xin Zezhao was a little surprised that it was not as noisy as he had imagined. He half got up and put his elbow on the pillow. He held his head and the hand that was placed on Lianh Xiaoyuh's waist was still moving around, teasing Lianh Xiaoyuh.

A cold voice sounded above Lianh Xiaoyuh's head, "What is there to cry about. "

Her smooth skin was still as tender as water after a night of ravaging