C322 Eating Gunpowder

"Mr Cheng..." Gu Chuchu, who was lying on the bed, called out softly.

The air conditioner in the bedroom was turned on. She was wearing a down jacket and a jacket as she lay on the bed. Sweat was seeping out of the fine pores on her snow white skin.

Feeling a little hot, she pouted and lifted the down jacket.

The deep gully moved according to the rhythm of her breathing