Sixth Uncle, Fu Ji (6)

She only stopped after midnight. Fu Ting was so tired that she could not feel anything. She did not even move when Cen Juan was showering.

It started to rain heavily at seven in the morning. Fu Ting was woken up by the rain and found herself lying on top of Cen Juan.

It was airtight.

This person was too clingy.

Although her body was very tired, it was clean and refreshing. At least Cen Juan served her well.

She moved slightly, and the man opened his eyes sharply.

Having just woken up, Cen Juan's eyes were misty, his clothes were disheveled, and his lust was off the charts.

He rubbed the back of her neck with his palm as if he was stroking a kitten. His voice was slightly hoarse." How was the experience?"

Fu Ting refused to answer such a shameless question. She pinched his chin and said," Put me down to sleep.""

Cen Juan pinched the soft flesh on her waist. It was such a fragrant and soft ball. He couldn't bear to let go of it.