Song Guanchao lay as straight as a salty fish, ignoring his body's reactions, and silently reciting "death is emptiness" in his heart.
Wu Yun rubbed against him shyly, her face blushing.
It wasn't the first time for her and Song Guanchao like this, they even nearly crossed that red line a few times.
She buried her head, focused and serious.
In her imagination, Song Guanchao should have turned over, pinned her down, and naturally followed through.
But she waited for ages, and his initiative never came, realizing this guy was like a piece of wood.
Wu Yun was a bit annoyed, if you won't make a move, I will!
She climbed up, lifted her little behind, pressed Xiao Song under her, searching bit by bit, adjusting little by little.
Suddenly, her body trembled, breathing rapidly.
This is the spot.
She pursed her lips, looking at Song Guanchao's serious expression, snorted, and was about to press down bit by bit.
But at that moment, she felt her waist was grabbed by Song Guanchao.
