The storm came so violently and suddenly that two hours later, Shen Yi was carried like a puddle of mud into the bathroom by him.
Su Qing felt pleased with himself, he was much better than the old Wang Qiang back then. Although he also hit his girlfriend, at least he didn't just do it for two minutes, and certainly not just once.
An hour later, with his help, Shen Yi finally made it to the dining table, dressed in a black spaghetti strap nightgown, her bust swelling and revealing a large area of fair skin.
The carefully prepared dishes were already cold.
Compared to Shen Yi's listless appearance, pale-faced, Su Qing himself appeared bright and spirited, full of vitality.
He reheated the chicken soup for his good sister, filled a bowl, and sat happily beside her, looking at Shen Yi with a silly smile.
Is this really my girlfriend? A big boss, with long legs and perky hips, a grand figure, fair skin, and exquisite features.
