C88 The New Year

Qian Duojing gritted her teeth and scolded him, "Rogue."

Xue Zhengqing's gaze was like a feather that was following her exposed thighs and drilling into her. "Look at your own wife. What kind of rogue is she?"

Only then did Qian Duojing realize that her sleeping gown had already been opened. Her face was flushed red like a little chili. She was both embarrassed and angry