C72 The Dust Settled

When Chung Luoyi was pushed onto the soft bed, she held her breath. She could clearly feel Ning Muyao's suppressed and restless desire.

Thump, thump, thump. It was unknown who's heartbeat was exceptionally clear. At this moment, she felt that she could not escape.

"Roy." He panted as he propped himself on top of her. He gently pecked her earlobe and asked in a hoarse voice