C146 He was going to suffocate to death

The bed swayed, the delicate voice was gentle, beads of sweat dripped down Zhou Ping's delicate face. Her breathing quivered, revealing the intention to plead. Zhou Ping's pair of small hands, under my fierce attacks, seemed as if they were about to tear the bed sheet.

At this moment, Zhou Ping could no longer control her voice. Although she was shy and did not want to shout out, in the end