"Ah! Help! Something is poking me!" Suddenly, a startled cry came from Zhang Jing's fiery red lips.
"Who? Who is it? Which bastard has the guts to touch me? Courting death!" Zhou Yating also muttered in a low voice.
"Huh? No... don't! It tickles so much!!!" Wang Mengmeng said with a coquettish pant.
As the cries echoed one after another.
Cheng Tianxue and the girls instantly woke up, sitting up straight from the floor.
They saw a group of women sleeping on the floor, lying around haphazardly.
In the middle of them, Zhang Xiaohao lay horizontally among them.
His hands, feet, and head were in places where they shouldn't be.
Placing them with precision, relentlessly pressing against them.
"Ah! Sister Tianxue, Brother Xiaohao, how is he here?"
"Yeah, Xiao Xue, how did Zhang Xiaohao end up sleeping with us?"
The girls frowned and said together.
