"Ah... how are you so incredible... I'm going to be played to death by you..."
Sitting on the counter in the prep room, in a full split, Zhao Qianyue looked at the Iron Pestle continuously entering her body.
That fierce thrusting, and that robust thickness, each time felt like it was going to take her to the skies.
"Don't worry, there's only ever a cow that works to death, never a plowed field... Besides, I heard your father say he wants to send you abroad. Isn't it right that I should make good use of the time before you leave, so when you're abroad missing me, you can reminisce a bit!"
Lin Fan held Zhao Qianyue's waist, venting that heat without restraint.
"Who told you I want to go abroad... I don't want to leave..."
With hazy eyes, Zhao Qianyue hugged Lin Fan's neck, gazing at him obsessively, "Are you here as my dad's lobbyist... Do you not want to be with me anymore... just trying to send me away!"
