บท 2267: Is his technique really that bad?

The effects of the drug were so strong that even mo Qiu was unable to control himself. He kept taking possession of her, from afternoon till late at night. He kept repeating the process, and he felt that his body's strength had already reached the highest level.

Late at night, a gust of wind blew in. Mo Qiu was exhausted, as if he had been working for a long time and had used up all his energy.

"Hiss." He turned over and sat up. He squinted his eyes and was about to get out of bed when he suddenly felt something. Mo Qiu looked down.

"Pa!" Mo Qiu raised his hand and slapped him.

"Mo Wen, you climbed into my bed again." He said. Sometimes, when mo Wen was tired from work, he would not even return to his room and directly go to his bed to sleep. He thought it was mo Wen and patted him.

In the end, this slap was incredible!