After Zhao Meng was carried and rolled around on the bed, he pulled the blanket over the two of them. He reached out to lift her clothes and pressed himself against her.
"Hiss." The man groaned.
His lips landed on her chest and he suddenly kissed something.
Mo Qiu had a bad premonition. He quickly lifted the blanket and stared at her.
She was lying flat on the bed with her hands behind her head.
"Do you want another kiss?" She asked, pointing at her chest.
Where were the breasts? There was glue on her chest, which was similar to the color of her skin!
He reached out and poked it. It was soft and elastic like skin.
"Bah." Mo Qiu suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why was his lips so numb?
Based on his experience, Zhao Meng's relaxed actions and her current state of mind had given him an impression of her. They were all telling him that he had been tricked! Moreover, this woman had been guarding against him.
