C19 Lust Afternoon Tea

Sheng Chulu looked at Mo Tingxi's back as he walked into the bathroom. She took a deep breath and shrugged indifferently. She was not a fool. Of course, she could tell what Mo Tingxi meant. Wasn't it the identity of the contracted lover? She promised that she would not ask about it in the future. She was not qualified, she knew.

So, Sheng Chulu once again smashed into the bed in a straight line