So difficult!
Qin Feng felt very depressed inside.
He didn't know if it was true that people tended to lose self-control after drinking, or maybe it was Dong Haimei herself radiating that heartwarming body fragrance.
Holding her tight was sheer torture.
It felt like a starving person watching a roasted duck fly by, knowing that the duck is poisoned. Do you eat it or not?
Eat it, and it's poisoned.
Don't eat it, but you're hungry, and the tempting aroma of the duck lingers at the tip of your tongue.
Too hard to bear!
"I can only rely on my extraordinary self-control now!"
Qin Feng took a deep breath, held his breath, closed his eyes slightly, and carried Dong Haimei to the bedroom bed.
Although holding his breath so he couldn't smell and closing his eyes so he couldn't see.
Still, holding her and feeling her sensual softness was a form of torture!
Finally, with difficulty.
Qin Feng managed to place her on the bed.
