C108 The Traces of Passion on His Husband's Body

That night, Shu Ziji was as passionate as a snake as she clung onto the man.

The "power" of the tonic soup was indeed not ordinary. The excitement was slightly reduced and it repeated again.

Shu Ziji kept begging. . .

The next morning, the sun was bright and bright. A few rays of morning light shone through the gaps of the curtains and into the bedroom