Zhou Wang finally snapped back to reality, he yanked hard, and the pearls scattered all over the bed.
Shen Yurou was more passionate than ever before, which was directly reflected in her body temperature.
Within a day, this was Zhou Wang's third visit.
He inexplicably thought of an idiom, hmm, in terms of piety, he was probably not inferior.
This was called... three visits to the thatched cottage.
"Yurou, where did you get this dress?"
Amidst the splashing water sounds, there was whispering in the bathroom.
"I already had it..."
"Hmm?"
"Wearing it for myself to see, is that not okay... I'm nearly 30."
"I don't understand... never mind, it's not important, you'll slip that way, lower yourself a bit."
"Like this?"
"Sis, you're up?"
The door swished open, and Shen Yutong, humming "一路生花," walked into the room, smiled, and greeted, "How's your health, still feeling uncomfortable?"
Shen Yurou shook her head, "Feeling much better."
