Wang Quan looked intently...

Then, he woke up.

He was strangled awake.

"Kisela?"

He called softly to the culprit.

This damn woman...

Not only was she wearing a gauze suspender nightgown, but she was still hugging him tightly.

Now Wang Quan's face is pressed against the dough.

This is not the key, the key is that this damn woman’s thigh is still pressing on Wang Quan, and there is a hand going down...

Holding Wang Quan's "destiny".

"Xila? Wake up!"

Hearing Wang Quan's voice, Kexila mumbled something unclear and hugged her tighter.

He even squeezed the sinful hand that held Wang Quan's "destiny" lightly.

Wang Quan: "..."
Chapter completed!