"Mmm, ah~"
In the pitch-black room, two bodies intertwined in passion.
Each of Song Guanchao's powerful thrusts made Liu Lanzi's heart tremble.
Her slender fingers gripped the newly-changed bedsheets, twisting them into a whirlpool.
Her long, straight legs were hoisted onto Song Guanchao's shoulders as he buried his face in her chest, greedily sucking.
Every thrust, every flick of the tongue, turned into waves that crashed over her body.
She bit her lips tightly, humming through her nose, afraid to open her mouth lest she accidentally let out a sound that the elderly couple upstairs might hear.
Lingjiang, Coastal Hotel, room 6012.
Secretary Sun had prepared red wine, and the bathtub was filled with warm water, scattered with rose petals.
He believed Liu Lanzi would make the right choice.
After all, he was not the same as before.
A high-speed rail project, an old city renovation.
Such a huge piece of cake—he didn't believe Liu Lanzi could really refuse it.
