Song Guanchao once again experienced the profound skills of Qu Xiangru.
The voluptuous, slender waist swayed, capturing souls and snatching lives. The white, long legs clamped down, sometimes tightly, sometimes loosely, and Song Guanchao immediately surrendered.
However, Qu Xiangru didn't let him go, not giving him a chance to rest. Her big hips hovered up and down, never stopping.
Soon enough, it reignited his fighting spirit, forcing him back into battle.
The ups and downs almost cost Song Guanchao his life.
Finally, the storm calmed, and peace returned inside the room.
Song Guanchao lay on the bed, gasping for breath, too weak to move.
Qu Xiangru was also worn out, falling asleep shortly after lying down.
The next day.
Song Guanchao was slumped in his office chair, dozing off, with dark circles under his eyes.
He checked the time, it was nine thirty.
Last night Wu Qiangwei said she needed to talk to him.
So he went upstairs.
