"Tonight, I'm yours. In the future, we must treat me well."

When Yue Zitong did not know how many times she had said this sentence with a generous face, her people had already got into the quilt and lie in the arms of Li Nan.

Especially when she had noticed that Li Nan, covered under the quilt, did not wear a hateful pants, his face became more red and bright, and she collapsed in his arms, unable to move any more like mud.

Close your eyes, stick your ears to his heart, listen to his heartbeat, and sniff a faint smell of tobacco in your nose.

Well, the smell of...