"Having a daughter at home is like having a treasure!"
Song Guanchao tossed his phone aside, picked up her petite body, and lifted her legs.
"No, stop it... ah!"
Her pleas for mercy were ineffective, as her cheeks quickly turned crimson.
Song Guanchao captured her jelly-like lips, savoring her youthful and vibrant body.
Before, he always deliberately avoided and restrained himself.
After breaking through this barrier, Song Guanchao seemed like a different person.
Zeng Li was like a little enchantress, her curvaceous body immensely enticing to men.
Usually clad in women's suits, appearing both pure and adorable, but at this moment, she revealed her mature and sexy side.
This ever-changing style made Song Guanchao unable to control himself.
It wasn't until past three in the afternoon that the storm finally ceased.
Zeng Li lay like a puddle of water on the bed, completely exhausted.
"Bad guy, always messing with me!"
