"Ah~"
A satisfied sound fell, and Chen Yirou's body seemed boneless, sliding down from him, lying on the bed, her belly rising and falling with each breath.
She turned her head, looking at Song Guanchao, who was also breathing heavily, his face filled with satisfaction, and said, "I'm hungry."
"Go out to eat, or order takeout?"
Chen Yirou lifted her legs a little, feeling them sore and weak: "Let's order takeout."
Takeout arrived quickly, and the two of them moved from the room to the living room.
Sitting on the floor with cushions under their butts, they devoured the food around the coffee table.
After eating and drinking their fill, Chen Yirou stretched comfortably, her flexible body spreading out beautifully like a painting.
"I'm going to take a shower, are you coming?"
With such an invitation from a beauty, there's no reason to refuse.
Before long, the bathroom was filled with Chen Yirou's soft calls.
"Scrub my back well, don't touch... Ah, lighter."
