Peng Yunyan looked at the limp caterpillar, drooping its head, where was the slightest bit of vigor and enthusiasm now, it was like a bucket of cold water was poured over her.
Actually, at Su Dingfang's age, and with high blood pressure, he should drink less alcohol, preferably no alcohol at all.
However, he liked his liquor. He was very happy tonight and drank a few more glasses. Naturally, being messed with by a young woman, he simply deflated.
"Just sleep well!" Su Dingfang pulled the quilt over himself and was loudly snoring in a few minutes.
The fire of desire that Peng Yunyan had aroused now burned in her heart, sparking doubts about the wonderful times spent fooling around with Lin Hao.
"That little rascal, who knows what he's doing? His desires are so strong, maybe he's messing around with Su Muyun?"
