"Zhu Hong, are you crazy? There's someone else in the room, why are you sneaking into my bed?"
Zhao Tienan sat up, asking with a dry mouth and tongue, his heart pounding frantically.
One has to admit, alcohol is truly magical.
Not only did it make Zhu Hong more alluring and enchanting, but it also made Zhao Tienan's emotions more volatile, more susceptible to temptation.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Xu Dapeng is sleeping like a dead pig. Even if we really do something, he absolutely won't know."
After saying this, Zhu Hong boldly walked in, her enchanting long black silk leg resting on Zhao Tienan's shoulder.
"Uh..."
A fierce buzzing suddenly rang in Zhao Tienan's brain, and his chest became incredibly stifled.
The most delicate nerve in his heart was provocatively strummed, unleashing a primal impulse that couldn't be suppressed.
These legs, so smooth.
Who can resist?
"Doctor Zhao, we haven't seen each other for so long, don't you want to?"
