When emotions run deep, no words are needed, as everything is understood in silence.
A glance, a gesture from both sides already conveys what they want to express.
The battle begins, and various intricate moves are executed by the two women...
Four hours later.
In the room, the muffled growls of Zhang Xiaohao echoed, bringing this intense battle to a halt.
Looking at Li Jingru and Ning'er, both were blushing, maintaining an awkward position.
Their legs raised high, refusing to let them down, gripping them tightly with their hands, maintaining this posture.
"Hehe!" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled.
He took out a panda cigarette and lit it, quietly watching them.
An hour later.
The two women carefully jumped off the bed, exhausted from holding the same position for so long.
"Brother Hao, don't laugh." They said shyly.
With that, they covered their faces and rushed to the bathroom.
Half an hour later.
The two women returned, their faces still flushed.
