Chapter 677 Guest Room Tonight

• "It's a shame to waste a bed. So, this is what you care about? I haven't done anything intimate here yet. Are you trying to set a precedent?"
• The voice was close, and the warm breath moistened the earlobe adorned with a jade earring.
• "No way," Wen Miaomiao refused verbally, but her hand, which moved skillfully, slipped under Fu Yanheng's black clothes, the cold and boneless palm pressing against his back, moving downward slowly.