C17 Do You Want It

The upper floor of the hotel was a guest room. Gong Ming had a suite here that was always open. He directly threw Qiao Shiyu onto the bed. Gong Ming stood by the bed and lit a cigarette. He looked at her with a heavy gaze.

The person on the bed was lying there. The effects of the medicine made her start to move. A pair of wet eyes under the light, charming like silk