C154 The Victor

A blue figure glided toward the bed like a swallow returning to its nest, aiming for the ethereal and noble woman resting upon it.

In the blink of an eye, Bingbing had nestled into the woman's embrace. Her delicate arms encircled the woman's willowy waist, and she buried her small head deep into her bosom, her face brimming with smiles.

Observing Bingbing, who lay in her arms like a child