The thin shirt outlined Su Zhuoqian's body perfectly. When he was dressed, he looked very thin. But when he took off his clothes, his muscles were so prominent.
Qiao Weiyang reached out and poked them. They were very firm. She poked them again in satisfaction. His muscles were so beautiful. No matter how many times she touched them, it still felt so good.
Su Zhuoqian pinched her fingers. "If you continue poking, our lunch might have to be changed to dinner."
Understanding what he meant, Qiao Weiyang was about to retract her hand, but she forgot that her fingers were still in his palm.
Su Zhuoqian grabbed her fingers and kissed them before letting go.
The two of them finally had lunch at two in the afternoon.
In the restaurant of the hotel, there were not many people eating lunch.
The already quiet environment became even more comfortable and peaceful.
