"Let's shower together! Showering is healthy!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a mischievous grin.
"Mm." Ning'er replied, her face blushing with shyness.
With that, Zhang Xiaohao pounced like a hungry tiger, scooping Ning'er into his arms and striding towards the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom.
Clothes scattered messily, shredded to pieces under Zhang Xiaohao's large hands, landing onto the floor.
It seemed that every time Zhang Xiaohao got intimate, he enjoyed tearing his partner's clothes apart.
A few minutes later.
The bathroom echoed with harmonious and melodious sounds.
Thirty-six moves, seventy-two variations, under Zhang Xiaohao's expert touch, each one was showcased.
Two hours later.
A low growl from Zhang Xiaohao resounded in the bathroom.
With this beast-like roar, all other sounds seemed to have come to a halt.
"Brother Xiaohao, you're so bad! I don't even have the strength to stand." Ning'er said, her face flushed with embarrassment.
