Chapter 202: How much do you know about falling flowers in a dream?
"Thank you tonight, handsome young man!"
Wu Yaoqin closed her eyes and said vaguely.
Zhao Gangjun swallowed, looked at the hand on his thigh, and said, "This is what I should do."
"uh-huh."
Wu Yaoqin hummed, then stopped talking, as if she had fallen asleep.
Looking at this woman who was already in her thirties but did not look old at all, Zhao Gangjun felt an inexplicable flash of pity in his heart.
It is really difficult for women, especially beautiful women, to make a living in such an occasion.
Zhao Gangjun sighed. At this moment, Wu Yaoqin muttered something vaguely, then turned over and pressed Zhao Gangjun under him. Then, Wu Yaoqin kissed Zhao Gangjun as if in a dream. Zhao Gangjun was already very energetic.
A kiss is like sticks touching a raging fire. It's out of control.
I won’t go into details about the specific process. Anyway, I heard a burst of extravagant sounds. This sound was not suppressed at all, and the whole room echoed with Wu Yaoqin’s voice.
Even the boy at the door vaguely heard the sound, and then felt uncomfortable.
I don’t know how long it took.
Zhao Gangjun and Wu Yaoqin hugged each other and fell asleep. Wu Yaoqin curled up like a child and hugged Zhao Gangjun.
Finally, a beautiful morning came.
Wu Yaoqin slowly opened her eyes.
(This chapter is a post-River version, so if you find it strange, I can’t help it)