Chapter 418 How Could She Not Have Money?

• Snap! With fingers stained with mucus, Fu Tingshen pinched the button on his belt and slowly pulled the belt out of his waistband, casually throwing it at the end of the bed.
• His voice hoarse, he said, "Your body has always been sensitive, your fingers are about to wrinkle."
• Fu Tingshen asked Yi Xi to get up and help him undo his pants. Yi Xi sat up on the bed, propping herself up with her arm, and swiftly pulled down the zipper.