"Heehee. You mustn't be Ying Qingcing, 'cause that p*****t would not be so gentle."
Ying Qingcang was sullen. His eyes were enveloped in a layer of black, and he never knew that a woman could be so beautiful. The young girl's lips slightly parted, and tears were still hanging on the corners of her eyes. He couldn't help but reach out his hand to caress her pink lips.
Moonlight from the window spilled in. When they finished, Ying Qingcang looked at the unconscious Xin Qing and suddenly didn't know how to face her. He ran away like a child who had done something wrong.
After leaving the messy room along with Xin Qing, he ran back to his own room. However, he did not realize what a big mistake he had made. The drunk Xin Qing was left without even being covered. It slowly turned cold in lat
