C1343 Not Optimistic

At the end, Ye Zhiqiu was lying on the pillow, gasping for breath. Even the air she breathed in was mixed with the smell of hormones. Her sense of touch became sluggish, only her body was still stuck in that kind of lingering desire.

Huo Zhongxiao got off her body. When he pulled it out, Ye Zhiqiu lightly spasmed.

She narrowed her eyes, like a pile of soft mud lying on the bed