He Qingyan twisted on the bed like a big white worm.
"Let go, let go! Hahaha! I was wrong! Let go! Hahaha! You jerk, I'm counting to three! Hahaha! One! Hahaha! Two! Haha!"
Gu Ran remained expressionless, his hand persistently moving, just like SF Express's unmanned vehicle, no matter how much the opposite side honked, it kept softly repeating: "Please make way to the sides! Please make way to the sides!"
He Qingyan couldn't take it anymore.
She released her phone, shrank her body down and clamped her legs around Gu Ran's neck.
Her legs inside the bathrobe of course had no bones, Gu Ran felt his face being brushed by silk.
Immediately after, he felt a strong clamping force.
His head was between He Qingyan's thighs, somewhat shocked, wondering whether He Qingyan was really strong, or was it a desperate burst of strength, or perhaps all girls have such strong leg power?
