Qiao Fei's delicate body writhed on top of Chen Ziyang, and upon hearing his words, she immediately knew what he meant.
She reached down, grasped Chen Ziyang again and led him to the front door...
Qiao Fei bit her lip and frowned slightly as she sat down little by little.
"Ah~~~"
In the moment of being cherished, Qiao Fei, supporting herself with her hands on Chen Ziyang's solid chest, couldn't help but let out a cry of release.
This was the feeling!
Qiao Fei had been dying for this feeling!
During the recent times when Chen Ziyang was not at home, she had tried countless ways, but none could dissuade her longing for Chen Ziyang.
But in the end, it only made her feel emptier.
She knew that no one and nothing other than Chen Ziyang could satisfy her anymore.
She would never be able to leave Chen Ziyang in this lifetime.
Qiao Fei didn't tire Chen Ziyang, but instead began to frantically sway her hips, as if equipped with a small motor.
