Meanwhile, Zhou Qing had already arrived at Yang Hongyan's front door.
He knocked on the door and soon heard Yang Hongyan's voice from inside the room.
It was somewhat languid.
"Who is it at this late hour!"
The moment she opened the door and saw Zhou Qing, she was momentarily stunned, then quickly threw herself into his arms and hurriedly asked, "How come you're here? Did you plan to surprise me?"
"Let's talk inside!"
Zhou Qing gave Yang Hongyan's butt a pat, and after closing the door, they both sat down on the sofa.
Yang Hongyan held him and started kissing.
Her manner was as if she hadn't seen a man in ages.
In fact, that was actually the case.
Yang Hongyan was at an age when she was fiercely passionate, thinking about those matters almost every day.
The long nights were hard to endure.
She often had to handle it with her hands.
Suddenly seeing Zhou Qing at her door, how could she not be excited?
"Let's talk later! Just pamper me well now, please!"