After having a good time with Li Sangyu tonight, Zhao Hongmei nestled in Song Zhongsheng's arms. "Official Song, I'll get to know Sangyu better in the next few days. If I ask her for help, she'll definitely help us. When the time comes, we'll beg her to keep you in the world."
The more Zhao Hongmei thought about it, the better it sounded, and the more excited she became. Thinking about her future happy life with Official Song, Zhao Hongmei was in an especially good mood.
It was said that comfort led to lust. Zhao Hongmei was no exception. It was just that Song Zhongsheng had just been injured and wasn't in the mood for it. Looking at the hungry gaze of the woman next to him, a trace of impatience flashed in Song Zhongsheng's eyes, but his face was as gentle as ever. He feigned ignorance of Zhao Hongmei's desire, lowered his head, and lingered especially as he kissed her on the mouth. His hand caressed her smooth, white skin, and he wished he could eat her immediately.
