aying in her mind—the forceful thrusts, the sweat pouring down, heavy breathing, and the domineering possession—all of which were so different from Fang Liucheng’s usual refined demeanor.Warming recal... over and one of the black-clad men walked over to snatch their bags away.Zhuo Bingbing glared at Ou Beitang with a look that could cut like a blade; Ou Beitang drank his wine indifferently.Wanrun anx...