At this moment, Fang Jiayun seemed somewhat disoriented, her eyes hazy, her body limp and powerless, leaving her completely at Sun Zhe's mercy.
Sun Zhe merely grabbed her ponytail and lifted it casually, forcing her to kneel on the sofa and crawl toward Sun Zhe, with her slender hands weakly placed on Sun Zhe's waist, slowly approaching with her head.
In the view outside the living room door of Fang Ruoxue, she seemed somewhat proactive. Sun Zhe had just fed her that dripping, mucus-covered filthy thing, and she opened her mouth to welcome it, looking a bit eager.
"Woo woo woo..."
Sun Zhe tightly gripped her ponytail with one hand, slowly swinging her head back and forth, his face full of intoxicated expression with closed eyes.
Fang Jiayun's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, glittering at the corners, swallowing with relish, as if it was so delicious that her eyes were watering.
