The girl's body is soft as a toy, as if there are no bones, obedient and soft, and let others fiddle with it.

The futon was messy, half-covering Cheng Huan's face, and the small round face the size of a palm was like layers of red-pink peach blossoms, with wet and foggy water vapor. She gasped slightly, her hands were weakly propped up on the bed, up and down, holding a pair of big hands around her waist, while the thin and hot waist and abdomen behind her single-handedly went straight forward.

Shen Feimo seemed to be ...... in bed

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