Zhang Ziwen smiled at the sunglasses-wearing beauty in his arms, signaling her to hide and stay still. He then motioned towards the hall, indicating that he needed to go out. She needed to stay hidden. Just as he was about to move, she hugged him tightly, a look of confusion and fear behind her sunglasses. Her grip was so tight that Zhang Ziwen could feel her full, firm and perky breasts pressing against his chest. The sensation was intense, it took his breath away. He stifled a grunt, inhaling the delicate scent of her hair. At times, the scent of a woman could invigorate him, although most times it only incited his impulses. Now, he had to calm his restless mind and steel his nerves. He was just a whiff away from kissing her cheek. Sensing his intentions, the sunglasses-wearing beauty blushed deeply, adding a dash of romance to the tense atmosphere in the hall...