Sun Zhe instantly understood her meaning and said, "But I really have something to do."
Han Xinyue raised her face to stare at him, her momentum overwhelming, "Is it such an urgent matter?"
"Uh... not exactly, it's just that I've been missing for so many days, I want to go report one by one so they don't worry."
Upon hearing this, Han Xinyue snorted softly, pulling him into the house.
"I've even put on black stockings, you have to accompany me for some cultivation."
"..."
Soon after.
The room of Han Xinyue echoed with enchanting moans.
On that luxurious big bed, under her and the deceased Family Head of Zhou Family's wedding photo, Sun Zhe knelt on the bed with his two legs spread, his big hands tightly holding her slender waist, engaging in an extremely fierce thrust.
Han Xinyue extended her long snowy neck and wailed sorrowfully, her long hair swaying with Sun Zhe's pounding, her slender hands seemingly having nowhere to rest, grabbing around wildly.
