Ling Feixue used all her strength, "I... I want you to help me!"
Qin Qi laughed again, "Ah, so Miss Ling doesn't want to help me release but wants it herself. You should have said so earlier!"
Ling Feixue's cheeks were already flushed, too shy to utter a single word.
But Qin Qi, swift and decisive, directly picked up her soft body and carried her to the bed.
Skillfully placing it on top.
At this moment, in Qin Qi's eyes, Ling Feixue was like a delicate flower, ready for him to pick.
Qin Qi smiled at the corner of his mouth.
At first, Ling Feixue was proud and looked down on him completely, but eventually, she vented her frustrations, initially competing unilaterally with Xu Qiaoqiao.
And now, she no longer hides and lets herself be played with.
"Miss Ling, I'm coming!" Qin Qi said with a grin.
Ling Feixue bit her lips, her eyes dreamy and filled with anticipation.
And in the next moment.
She clearly felt Qin Qi's touch sweeping over her.
