The door was opened with a click.

Hawthorne put Mu Chudi on the bed, his white and tender arms hugged him tightly, and his enchanting figure twisted like a spiritual snake and pressed it tightly against him.

"Hot... uncomfortable..."

Hawthorne pulled off his tie, threw his coat directly on the ground, and put his strong body on it.

Kissing her hard.

The affectionate kiss brought the cells of Muchu flute to the extreme.

A kiss can't relieve her hunger, but at least it clears her mind a little.

She doesn't want to be dominated by drugs.

"Huo, Huo Miao... I don't want..."

Mu Chudi resisted, but his body was raised...