move, leaning against him for rest. Her tea-colored hair, damp with sweat, wrapped around his sturdy body, adding a touch of ambiguity.Ho Shaoting leaned against the headboard, smoking.Wen Man found...y scooped her up and placed her on the piano.The piano emitted a low, mournful sigh…Wen Man struggled, her current state was too shameful. Huo Shaoting like this was simply playing with her.She was on...