C50 Scumbag

It was dark outside the window, but the rooms in the shabby hotels were bright.

Qin Hanqing was sitting on the white bed, looking at the swaying figure on the translucent bathroom wall. He reached out and unfastened the top buttons of his clothes.

"Hanqing, I'm ready. You can do it."

In the bathroom, a woman's soft voice sounded.

Qin Hanqing got up and walked over to close the curtains