C78 Mystery Director(42)

"Ah …" "It hurts, Luo Yunfan, you bastard!" Feng Ge's entire head was buried in the white pillow. He was frowning in pain, and his white forehead was starting to sweat. Feng Ge bit his lower lip and held on to the sheet tightly with both hands, refusing to let go.

Luo Yunfan rode on Feng Ge's body, moving up and down. His movements gradually slowed down. Sweat soaked his hair