From the bathroom to the balcony, then from the balcony to the walk-in closet, and finally from the closet to the bed.
The intense battle between Sun Zhe and Fang Ruoxue lasted a full hour and a half before it finally ended.
Despite Sun Zhe forcing himself to hold back, he still felt unsatisfied; only just starting to get the feeling.
But Fang Ruoxue was already on her seventh time, her whole being nearly exhausted, lying there motionless like a dead fish, directly killing Sun Zhe's interest, so he had to stop.
A soft sound of "pop".
Sun Zhe, drenched in sweat, let out a light breath, slowly withdrew, looking at the younger sister with her lips wide open hiding in the bushes, spitting out white foam, feeling an inexplicable sense of accomplishment inside.
Fang Ruoxue lay paralyzed beside Zhou Yao, her hips and waist twitching and convulsing non-stop, covering her eyes with the back of her hand, her lips slightly parted, gently panting.
