Song Jingzhi took a shower and tidied herself up.
He lifted the quilt and lay down in it.
Liu Zhenxing came back around nine o'clock in the evening.
When I passed the front desk, I was told that Song Jingzhi was in the room.
He went into the house and closed the door.
Song Jingzhi lifted the quilt, twisted her body into a seductive posture, and looked at her while lying on her side.
"Revitalize..."
Liu Zhenxing drank a few glasses of wine, his cheeks flushed.
He glanced at the woman on the bed in a daze.
Didn't get close.
Just now at a gathering of old friends, everyone was chatting excitedly and took out old photo albums.
Some of the photos include his original wife Ye Peilan.
Old friends flipped through photos and reminisced about the past.
Thinking back to the past, Ye Peilan’s charming appearance had appeared in the dreams of so many men.
Liu Zhenxing's face remained expressionless, but his memory kept flashing back to the moments he spent with Ye Peilan.
Peilan is more delicate than Song Jingzhi.
He has a bad temper and cannot be hit or scolded.
You can't eat coarse food, nor wear coarse cloth, you have to use the best of everything.
Like a delicate flower in a greenhouse, it can only be held in the palm of your hand and cherished.
However, the Ye family does have the financial resources to nurture delicate flowers.
His memory gradually shifted, and because of the alcohol, Liu Zhenxing's desire was also aroused.
He thought of women.
The snow-white skin will leave marks with just a slight touch.
Soft breasts and long legs,
Very fresh and juicy.
Just one touch...
It's a completely different experience from Song Jingzhi's.
Thinking of the indulgent days when they were young... Liu Zhenxing felt his heart beating faster.
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