Fangran pushed Ophia to the wall, grabbed one of her hands and pressed her fingers against the wall, enjoying the only sweetness that could cool her throat.

Wait, what am I doing...

But the next second, Ophia pressed Fangran to the wall, pulled open his shirt forcefully, then pressed one hand on his chest and stroked the side of his face with the other,

The blonde's high ponytail was raised, tasting him unceremoniously.

He seems to be competitive, like he refused to admit defeat in that C-level battle.

The two of them kept staggering and pushing each other against the wall, their exquisite high heels were spinning on the floor, and their hands around the waist were groping on their backs.

Their faces intertwined, feeling the love from each other's lips,

Then after an unknown amount of time,

The two of them separated, and a transparent silver wire stretched and fell down, breaking.

At this moment, my chest was rising and falling, I was breathing heavily, and my eyes were looking at each other in the dark room.

Osphia's face was flushed, and her blue eyes were full of ambiguity, exuding a kind of awe-inspiring elegance and calmness, completely different from her usual coquettish charm.

The next second, she pushed Fangran to the wall again.

The love is hard to stop, and it returns to the same state as when they entered the door. They press each other against the wall without giving up, and tear off each other's clothes during the lingering moment.

As if he couldn't wait any longer, he felt the wall in the dark to determine the direction, and headed to the bedroom in this condition.

The paintings and ornaments that were knocked off along the way, the windbreakers on the floor, the royal gowns, the casually thrown shirts and high heels,

When he finally fell down on the soft bed in the bedroom, the blond figure was the winner after all.

Putting his hands on Fangran's chest and pressing him down, the atmosphere between the couple spread without turning on the lights.

Osphia looked at him with a bright expression:

"Are you ready to finally throw in the towel?"

Looking at the figure pressing on him, Fangran smiled provocatively and snorted:

"It's not certain who will admit defeat in the end."

Listening to his confident and proud words, Osphia raised the corners of her mouth with interest, and spoke slowly and gracefully:

"Then I hope someone won't end up like last time, where his whole body becomes weak and only his mouth remains hard."

When she mentioned this, Fangran gritted his teeth and said:

"Using power to recover is a fool's errand."

But in response to such a rebuttal, she just smiled sweetly, hooked her fingers into her hair tie and spread out the end of her ponytail,

"Don't worry, I'll use it for you too."
Chapter completed!