C151 Young Master(8)

The rustling sound of clothes sliding against the skin kept ringing out. Across the thickness of a bookshelf, the rough breathing of blood and the occasional exclamation of surprise were scratching Su Han's eardrums.

"You are light, light. . . There are a lot of people here. . . " The woman's shyness had an obvious hint of joy. Her voice became soft like a pool of water