Cheng Weiyue said she wasn't tired but was going to sleep anyway because she had to go to the village in town to take photos tomorrow.
"If you're not tired, let me look at you a bit longer," Zhou Jingwei's fingertips brushed over Cheng Weiyue's face in the video, his tone wistful, "Why is Little Yueliang so beautiful? Why is every part of you so lovely?"
Cheng Weiyue's heartbeat skipped a beat and her hand became unsteady, causing the camera to shake.
Zhou Jingwei heard her whisper, "Mr. Zhou really knows how to make a girl happy."
"I don't know how to make any girl happy," Zhou Jingwei tugged at his tie, the effects of the alcohol now surging, giving him an indescribable sense of irritation; a hint of a smile in his eyes, his voice unbelievably sexy, "I've only ever charmed you."
Cheng Weiyue felt like a pomegranate being peeled of its hard skin, the flesh inside so soft that a gentle pinch would burst it open.
Her defenses and resistance to Zhou Jingwei were practically zero.
