The intoxicating body scent was getting closer and closer, Zhang Ziwen felt a chill creep up his spine, his expression veered towards the hopeless, there was no saving face in front of Tang Ying today. Tang Ying, capable of anything and his nemesis for life.
A captivating face appeared before him. With fluid hair and an enticing figure, her charismatic body lightly moved, flirtatiously sitting on his thigh. She was composed, void of arrogance, and had no need for pretensions. A mere three inches separated her from his chest, so close it nearly touched him.
