"Slurp, slurp, slurp..."
In the living room.
On a luxurious leather sofa.
Sun Zhe was straddling atop Fang Ruoxue's chest, firmly pressing those towering peaks with his muscular hips, gripping her delicate head tightly with both hands, his eyes fierce, like a wild beast in frenzy.
He didn't know why, but whenever that certain bug got into his head, he would become very violent and gradually lose his rationality.
He thought it was probably due to the influence of Dragon Qi.
At this moment, Fang Ruoxue was forced to lie on the sofa, glaring at Sun Zhe with a resentful look but not struggling or resisting, allowing Sun Zhe to tug at her hair and use that disgusting object to ravage her throat, like a gastroscopy.
"Mm mm mm..."
