C151 Thinking

Qian Duojing was so angry that she was gasping for breath. Only then did the man let her go.

Xue Zhengqing rubbed the material on her body in the dark and pulled out the lamp on the bedside table.

Qian Duojing was panting. Her black hair was dripping on the light-colored bed sheet. Her white qipao was very tight. After lying down, she took a deep breath and her clothes fluttered