C193 Yuan Shaoran Can't Satisfy You?

The living room was connected to a small corridor. At the end of the corridor was an inner room that was separated by a pearl curtain. Inside was a make-up stand and carved wood windows.

As if she knew what Jiang Limo wanted to do, Yanqi frowned and quickly blocked his way. Without any fear, she looked straight at Jiang Limo, "President Jiang, Qing Qing is unconscious right now