Qiao Zhen was also a little confused. She asked, "Why are you unhappy?"

"Why didn't you ask me about what just happened?!" Qi Yijuan questioned.

Does it matter?

Qiao Zhen answered smoothly and nonchalantly, because she really felt that what she had just done was nothing, just a small trick, and there was no need to take it to heart.

But it was precisely her casual remark that ignited the bomb in Qi Yijuan's heart.

He hugged Qiao Zhen's shoulders tightly, holding her as if he wanted to embed her in his arms.

He gnawed at Qiao Zhen's lips in a fit of rage, stealing the breath from her mouth.

Qiao Zhen really wanted to curse her father. His kissing skills were so bad that she felt like she had been bitten by a dog, and the person kissing him even closed his eyes and looked very intoxicated.

"Ouch...it hurts!"

Qi Yijuan still didn't let go, but instead hugged her even tighter. Because the two of them were already very close, and with Qiao Zhen's two white breasts, he obviously reacted and his breathing became rapid.

They're young after all.

Why.

In the end, Qiao Zhen still managed to take care of it.

Moreover, Qiao Zhen's body is very flexible, agile, and strong. She used various techniques to make Qi Yijuan faint.

"Hey, wake up! If you're so tough, let's fight another three hundred rounds!" Qiao Zhen challenged.

The black leather sofa was already a mess, with white turbid liquid everywhere, but the two people on the sofa ignored the filth.

Qi Yijuan was exhausted. He groped his way to hug Qiao Zhen's waist, buried his face in her large breasts, and fell into a deep sleep.

Qiao Zhen thought that the old woman who had been celibate for ten years was really pitiful! In her last mission, she really was single for ten years, without male concubines or gigolos. Her only husband died on their wedding day. Anyway, she was quite pitiful.

This already sealed Qi Yijuan's fate—how pitiful he is!