Feeling of Heartache

Couldn't satisfy him?

"Ha!" Meng Qingge sneered. Then she looked at Ji Wanzhou, who was sitting on the chair. Her eyes swept up and down before landing on her crotch. How could she lose her momentum? So the corner of his mouth slightly hooked up, "So what if your body is not as good as yours? This old lady can even make him feel comfortable to the heavens by speaking with her mouth! "

Mother?

Ji Wanzhou heard the vulgarities coming out from Meng Qingge's mouth, so he frowned slightly. She hadn't used such vulgarities in a while.

He could use his mouth to send him to heaven?

When? Where?

"Cough, cough!" Ji Wanzhou coughed dryly and sent a signal to Qu Ling'er.

Qu Ling'er made a gesture, then stood up to leave.

Unexpectedly, her hair was grabbed by Meng Qingge and held tightly. Meng Qingge continued to tug at Qu Ling'er's hair, dragging her out of the study and all the way to the main hall entrance.