C111 Late at Night

The man's rough palm was moving wildly on her body, forcing her to move. Wherever he went, it was as if he was covered in dirt and sparks.

The strong smell of alcohol came from his mouth and fell into Shen Yin's lips. She was almost drunk with the alcohol and could not help but mutter, "Mujue... Mujue..."

"I love you... Mujue... I love you..."

When he heard this, Qin Mujue