Tang Ruoqing felt like she had truly boarded a pirate ship.
Ying Luoyu, this man, was a celibate god with glasses.
Once he took off his clothes, he transformed into a wolf.
An electric one, at that.
Didn't he ever get tired?
How on earth did someone who spent all day in a lab have such good stamina?
Even Tang Ruoqing, who was so well-practiced, couldn't handle it.
She never lost a fight, never bowed down to anyone in her life, but under him, she would beg for mercy, her words becoming tender pleas.
Ying Luoyu's physique was simply great, he wasn't worn out even after such a long time.
And he still had the energy to ask, "Is this the kind of 'wolf-dog' you wanted? What's next? A 'milk dog'?"
He pinned her down, switched demeanor in a heartbeat, and kissed Tang Ruoqing's ear, his voice lowered, "Sister, pamper me..."
Tang Ruoqing: ...
She was utterly stupefied.
Ying Luoyu like this was simply fatal.
Able to be wolfish or cutesy, salty or sweet.
Who could withstand that?
