章節 118: Chapter 118

Qin Ying let out an alarmed cry.

At this time, the only person who could open the door with a key, apart from her daughter, was nobody else.

And right now, she was actually… actually…

Qin Ying scrambled up in fright, but her legs were so weak that she was practically crawling on all fours toward the bedroom.

Song Tian watched her doggy crawl, especially that snow-white, plump and tender buttocks wobbling from side to side, and those lovely folds between her legs occasionally dripping juice onto the floor.

Song Tian almost couldn't control himself, wanting to catch up to her, pin her down, and take her from behind.

But then the door opened, and Song Tian tucked his "general" back in.

Zhao Shiyu came in, not even changing her shoes, hurrying towards the bedroom as she asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm practicing yoga," replied Song Tian, glancing at the mat on the floor.